17
Thus
saith the
LORD of
hosts; Behold, I will
send upon them the
sword, the
famine, and the
pestilence, and will
make them like
vile figs, that cannot be
eaten, they are so
evil.
~'B ;xeL;v.m yin.nih tw{a'b.c h'wh.y r;m'a h{K ? yiT;t'n.w r,b'D;h -t,a.w b'['r'h -t,a b,r,x;h -t,a ? h'n.l;k'aet -a{l r,v]a ~yir'[{V;h ~yinea.T;K ~'tw{a ? ;[{rem