A nd the fading flower of the beauty of his glory That on the head of the fat valley, Hath been as its first-fruit before summer, That its beholder seeth, While it yet in his hand he swalloweth it.
Y la flor caduca de la hermosura de su gloria que está sobre la cabeza del valle fértil, será como la fruta temprana de la higuera, la que precede al verano, la cual, apenas la ve el que la mira, se la traga tan luego como la tiene a mano.
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