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All you inhabitants of the world,
    you who dwell on the earth,
when (A)a signal is raised on the mountains, look!
    When a trumpet is blown, hear!
For thus the Lord said to me:
“I will quietly look (B)from my dwelling
    like clear heat in sunshine,
    like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.”
(C)For before the harvest, when the blossom is over,
    and the flower becomes a ripening grape,
he cuts off the shoots with pruning-hooks,
    and the spreading branches he lops off and clears away.

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