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Chapter 3 12
All your fortresses are like fig trees with first-ripe figs— if shaken they fall into the mouth of the eater. 13
Behold, your troops are women in your midst. The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire has devoured your bars. 14
Draw water for the siege; strengthen your forts; go into the clay; tread the mortar; take hold of the brick mold!