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It 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.

Wail, as a virgin girdeth with sackcloth, For the husband of her youth.

Cut off hath been present and libation from the house of Jehovah, Mourned have the priests, ministrants of Jehovah.

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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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