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Their slain will be thrown out,
the stench will rise from their corpses,
the mountains will flow with their blood.
The whole host of heaven will decompose,
the heavens themselves be rolled up like a scroll;
all their array will wither away
like a withering grape-leaf that falls from a vine
or a withered fig from a fig tree.

“For my sword has drunk its fill in heaven;
now it descends on Edom to judge them,
the people I have doomed to destruction.”

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Their slain(A) will be thrown out,
    their dead bodies(B) will stink;(C)
    the mountains will be soaked with their blood.(D)
All the stars in the sky will be dissolved(E)
    and the heavens rolled up(F) like a scroll;
all the starry host will fall(G)
    like withered(H) leaves from the vine,
    like shriveled figs from the fig tree.

My sword(I) has drunk its fill in the heavens;
    see, it descends in judgment on Edom,(J)
    the people I have totally destroyed.(K)

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