I n the day that you plant it you carefully fence it in, And in the morning you bring your seed to blossom; But the harvest will be a heap In a day of sickliness and incurable pain.
in the day of thy planting wilt thou make to grow, and on the morrow wilt thou make thy seed to flourish; the harvest will flee in the day of taking possession, and the sorrow will be incurable.
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