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11 There is a crying for wine in the streets. All joy is darkened. The mirth of the world has gone away.

12 In the cities, desolation is left. And the gate is stricken with destruction.

13 Surely, thus it shall be in the midst of the Earth, among the people, as the shaking of an olive tree, as the grapes when the vintage has ended.

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