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He hath made my vine a desolation, and barked my fig-tree; he hath made it clean bare, and cast it away: its branches are made white.

Wail like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.

The oblation and the drink-offering are cut off from the house of Jehovah; the priests, Jehovah's ministers, mourn.

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