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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 the beasts do 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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