A ll the stars of the heavens will waste away. And the sky will be rolled up like writings. All that are in them will waste away also, as a leaf dries up from the vine, or as one dries up 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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