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    My vines are ruined.
        My fig trees are reduced to stumps now.
    These enemy insects have stripped off the bark and tossed My trees aside like refuse.
        The branches lie bare, broken and white.

Wail like a bride dressed in sackcloth instead of her gown, as a virgin
    mourning the death of the groom she’d long been betrothed to.
Those who serve the Eternal One,
    His priests, are in mourning too—
Because no one is able to bring grain or wine to offer
    in the Eternal’s temple.

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It has laid waste(A) my vines
    and ruined my fig trees.(B)
It has stripped off their bark
    and thrown it away,
    leaving their branches white.

Mourn like a virgin in sackcloth(C)
    grieving for the betrothed of her youth.
Grain offerings and drink offerings(D)
    are cut off from the house of the Lord.
The priests are in mourning,(E)
    those who minister before the Lord.

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