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For a (A)nation has come up against my land,
Mighty and without number;
(B)Its teeth are the teeth of a lion,
And it has the fangs of a lioness.
It has (C)made my vine a desolation
And my fig tree [a]splinters.
It has stripped them bare and cast them away;
Their branches have become white.

(D)Wail like a virgin (E)girded with sackcloth
For the bridegroom of her youth.

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Footnotes

  1. Joel 1:7 Or a stump