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11 You plant your grapevines one day and try to make them grow,
    and the next day you make them blossom.
But at harvest time everything will be dead;
    a sickness will kill all the plants.

12 Listen to the many people!
    Their crying is like the noise from the sea.
Listen to the nations!
    Their crying is like the crashing of great waves.
13 The people roar like the waves,
    but when God speaks harshly to them, they will run away.
They will be like chaff on the hills being blown by the wind,
    or like tumbleweeds blown away by a storm.

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11 though on the day you set them out, you make them grow,
    and on the morning(A) when you plant them, you bring them to bud,
yet the harvest(B) will be as nothing(C)
    in the day of disease and incurable(D) pain.(E)

12 Woe to the many nations that rage(F)
    they rage like the raging sea!(G)
Woe to the peoples who roar(H)
    they roar like the roaring of great waters!(I)
13 Although the peoples roar(J) like the roar of surging waters,
    when he rebukes(K) them they flee(L) far away,
driven before the wind like chaff(M) on the hills,
    like tumbleweed before a gale.(N)

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