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Their slain will be cast out,
    and their corpses will emit a stench;
    the mountains will flow with their blood.
All the host of heaven will crumble into nothing,
    and the heavens will be rolled up like a scroll.
All their host will wither away
    as the leaves wither on a vine
    or as the fruit withers on a fig tree.
When my sword has drunk its fill in the heavens,
    lo, it will descend upon Edom,
    upon a people I have doomed to destruction.

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