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11 In the day thy plant thou causest to become great, And in the morning thy seed makest to flourish, A heap [is] the harvest in a day of overflowing, And of mortal pain.

12 Wo [to] the multitude of many peoples, As the sounding of seas they sound; And [to] the wasting of nations, As the wasting of mighty waters they are wasted.

13 Nations as the wasting of many waters are wasted, And He hath pushed against it, And it hath fled afar off, And been pursued as chaff of hills before wind, And as a rolling thing before a hurricane.

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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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