¡ Ay de mí!, porque soy como los recogedores de frutos de verano, como los rebuscadores en la vendimia. No hay racimo de uvas que comer, ni higo temprano que tanto deseo.
Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer-fruits, as the grape-gleanings of the vintage. There is no cluster to eat; there is no early fruit my soul desired.
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