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On that day: A pleasant vineyard, sing about it!
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I, the Lord, am its keeper; every moment I water it. I guard it night and day so that no one can harm it;
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I have no wrath. If it gives me thorns and briers, I will march to battle against it. I will burn it up.
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Or else let it cling to me for protection, let it make peace with me, let it make peace with me.
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In days to come Jacob shall take root, Israel shall blossom and put forth shoots, and fill the whole world with fruit.
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Has he struck them down as he struck down those who struck them? Or have they been killed as their killers were killed?
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By expulsion, by exile you struggled against them; with his fierce blast he removed them in the day of the east wind.
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Therefore by this the guilt of Jacob will be expiated, and this will be the full fruit of the removal of his sin: when he makes all the stones of the altars like chalkstones crushed to pieces, no sacred poles or incense altars will remain standing.
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For the fortified city is solitary, a habitation deserted and forsaken, like the wilderness; the calves graze there, there they lie down, and strip its branches.
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When its boughs are dry, they are broken; women come and make a fire of them. For this is a people without understanding; therefore he that made them will not have compassion on them, he that formed them will show them no favor.