T hough he among brethren produceth fruit, Come in doth an east wind, a wind of Jehovah, From a wilderness it is coming up, And it drieth up his fountain, And become dry doth his spring, It -- it spoileth a treasure -- every desirable vessel.
Aunque él florezca entre los juncos, Vendrá el viento solano (del este), Viento del Señor que sube del desierto, Su fuente se secará Y su manantial se agotará; Despojará su tesoro de todos los objetos preciosos.
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