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Their slain shall be cast out,
    and (A)the stench of their corpses shall rise;
    (B)the mountains shall flow with their blood.
(C)All the host of heaven shall rot away,
    and the skies roll up like a scroll.
All their host shall fall,
    as leaves fall from the vine,
    like leaves falling from the fig tree.
For my sword has drunk its fill in the heavens;
    behold, it descends for judgement upon (D)Edom,
    upon the people (E)I have devoted to destruction.

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