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11 In the day that you plant, you fence it in,
and in the morning you made your seed to sprout—
but the harvest will be a heap
in a day of grief and incurable pain.

12 Oy! The uproar of many peoples
who roar like the roaring of the seas.
The rumbling of nations,
    who rush in like the rumbling of mighty waters!
13 The nations will rush in like the rumbling of many waters,
but He will rebuke them so they will flee far away,
    chased like chaff on the hills before the wind,
    like whirling dust before the storm.

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