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I heard and my inwardpartstrembled, At the sound my lipsquivered. Decayenters my bones, And in my place I tremble. Because I must waitquietly for the day of distress, For the people to arise who will invade us.
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Though the figtree should not blossom And there be nofruit on the vines, Though the yield of the olive should fail And the fieldsproducenofood, Though the flock should be cutoff from the fold And there be nocattle in the stalls,