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.
Он разорил мою виноградную лозу, обломал мой инжир. Обнажил, ободрав его кору, и бросил; белыми стали его ветви.
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