14 My beloved is to me a cluster of (A)henna blossoms
    in the vineyards of (B)Engedi.

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14 My beloved(A) is to me a cluster of henna(B) blossoms
    from the vineyards of En Gedi.(C)

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Wait for the God of Salvation

Woe is me! For I have become
    (A)as when the summer fruit has been gathered,
    as when the grapes have been gleaned:
there is no cluster to eat,
    no (B)first-ripe fig that my soul desires.

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Israel’s Misery

What misery is mine!
I am like one who gathers summer fruit
    at the gleaning of the vineyard;
there is no cluster of grapes to eat,
    none of the early figs(A) that I crave.

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