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17 The seed is rotten under their clods,
the garners are laid desolate,
the barns are broken down;
for the corn is withered.
18 How do the beasts groan!
the herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture;
yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.

19 O Lord, to thee will I cry:
for the fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness,
and the flame hath burned all the trees of the field.

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