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Their slain shall be cast out,
    and the stench of their corpses shall rise;
    the mountains shall flow with their blood.
All the host of heaven shall rot away,
    and the skies roll up like a scroll.
All their host shall wither
    like a leaf withering on a vine,
    or fruit withering on a fig tree.

When my sword has drunk its fill in the heavens,
    lo, it will descend upon Edom,
    upon the people I have doomed to judgment.

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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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