Y la flor marchita de su gloriosa hermosura, Que está sobre la cabeza del valle fértil, Será como el primer higo maduro antes del verano, El cual uno ve, Y tan pronto está en su mano se lo traga.
And the glorious beauty, which is on the head of the fat valley, shall be a fading flower, and as the hasty fruit before the summer; which when he that looketh upon it seeth, while it is yet in his hand he eateth it up.
Continue reading Report error