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11 Even thou art drunken, thou art hidden, Even thou dost seek a strong place, because of an enemy.

12 All thy fortresses [are] fig-trees with first-fruits, If they are shaken, They have fallen into the mouth of the eater.

13 Lo, thy people [are] women in thy midst, To thine enemies thoroughly opened Have been the gates of thy land, Consumed hath fire thy bars.

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11 You too will become drunk;(A)
    you will go into hiding(B)
    and seek refuge from the enemy.

12 All your fortresses are like fig trees
    with their first ripe fruit;(C)
when they are shaken,
    the figs(D) fall into the mouth of the eater.
13 Look at your troops—
    they are all weaklings.(E)
The gates(F) of your land
    are wide open to your enemies;
    fire has consumed the bars of your gates.(G)

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