F or the mountains I lift up weeping and wailing, And for the habitations of the wilderness a lamentation, For they have been burnt up without any passing over, Nor have they heard the voice of cattle, From the fowl of the heavens unto the beast they have fled, they have gone.
Pelos montes levantai choro e pranto, e pelas pastagens do deserto lamentação; porque já estão queimadas, de modo que ninguém passa por elas; nem se ouve mugido de gado; desde as aves dos céus até os animais, fugiram e se foram.
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