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10 Your mother was like a vine in your vineyard,
    planted by the waters;
it was fruitful and full of branches
    by reason of many waters.
11 It had strong rods
    for the scepters of those who rule.
And its stature
    was exalted above the clouds,
so it appeared in its height
    with the multitude of its branches.
12 But it was plucked up in fury,
    it was cast down to the ground,
and the east wind dried up its fruit.
    Its strong rod was broken and it withered;
the fire consumed it.

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