11 Le jour où tu plantes, tu fais la clôture, et au matin tu fais germer ta semence; mais, au jour de la jouissance, la récolte a fui, et la douleur est sans espoir.
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though on the day you set them out, you make them grow, and on the morning when you plant them, you bring them to bud, yet the harvest will be as nothing in the day of disease and incurable pain.
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