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.
Toată oştirea cerurilor piere, cerurile sînt făcute sul ca o carte, şi toată oştirea lor cade, cum cade frunza de viţă, cum cade frunza de smochin.
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