A nd all the host of heaven will wear away, And the sky will be rolled up like a scroll; All their hosts will also wither away As a leaf withers from the vine, Or as one withers from the fig tree.
Tutto l’esercito del cielo si dissolve; i cieli sono arrotolati come un libro e tutto il loro esercito cade, come cade la foglia della vite, come cade il fogliame morto dal fico.
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