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So their slain will be thrown out,
and the stench of their corpses will rise,
and the hills will be drenched with their blood.
Then all the host of heaven will dissolve,
and the skies will be rolled up like a scroll—
so all their array will wither away,
    like a leaf drooping from a vine,
    like a fig shriveling from a fig tree.

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For My sword has drunk its fill in the heavens.
See, it will come down upon Edom,
    upon the people I have devoted to judgment.

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