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11 They sprouted so quickly the day you set them out;
    they budded immediately the morning you planted them;
But you will never gather any sweet grapes from them.
    What you reap will be illness and pain; that day will be filled with sadness.

12 Listen to the restless roar of the peoples!
    They roar like a fitful sea.
Listen to the crashing thunder of the nations;
    they thunder like a powerful surge of water.
13 But even if they thunder like a wall of water,
    when God rebukes them, they will run far away;
With a word they’ll be driven like chaff in a mountain gust
    or dust in a windstorm.

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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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