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Their slain will also be cast out,
    and the stench of their dead bodies will come up.
    The mountains will melt in their blood.
All of the army of the sky will be dissolved.
    The sky will be rolled up like a scroll,
    and all its armies will fade away,
    as a leaf fades from off a vine or a fig tree.
For my sword has drunk its fill in the sky.
    Behold, it will come down on Edom,
    and on the people of my curse, for judgment.

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