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Woe is me! for I am as when they have
gathered the summer
fruits, as the
grapegleanings of the
vintage: there is no
cluster to
eat: my
soul desired the firstripe
fruit.
t{l.l{[.K #Iy;q -yeP.s'a.K yityIy'h yiK yil y;l.l;a ? h't..Wia h'r.WKiB lw{k/a,l lw{K.v,a -nyea ryic'B ? yiv.p;n