H ija de mi pueblo, cíñete el cilicio y revuélcate en ceniza; haz duelo como por hijo único, lamento de gran amargura, porque de pronto el destructor vendrá sobre nosotros.
Daughter of my people, clothe yourself with sackcloth, and wallow in ashes! Mourn, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation; for the destroyer shall suddenly come on us.
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