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Their slain shall be cast out,
    their corpses shall send up a stench;
    the mountains shall run with their blood,(A)
All the host of heaven shall rot;
    the heavens shall be rolled up like a scroll.
All their host shall wither away,
    as the leaf wilts on the vine,
    or as the fig withers on the tree.(B)
When my sword has drunk its fill in the heavens,
    it shall come down upon Edom for judgment,
    upon a people under my ban.(C)

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