I t hath made my vine become a desolation, And my fig-tree become a chip, It hath made it thoroughly bare, and hath cast down, Made white have been its branches.
Mi-a pustiit viile şi Mi-a făcut bucăţi smochinii; i-a jupuit de coajă şi i-a trântit jos, lăsându-le ramurile decojite.
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