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All the host of heaven will crumble into nothing,
    and the heavens will be rolled up like a scroll.
All their host will wither away
    as the leaves wither on a vine
    or as the fruit withers on a fig tree.
When my sword has drunk its fill in the heavens,
    lo, it will descend upon Edom,
    upon a people I have doomed to destruction.
The Lord has a sword sated with blood;
    it is greasy with fat,
with the blood of lambs and goats,
    with the fat of the kidneys of rams.
For the Lord has a sacrifice in Bozrah
    and a great slaughter in the land of Edom.

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