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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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11 though on the day you set them out, you make them grow,
    and on the morning(A) when you plant them, you bring them to bud,
yet the harvest(B) will be as nothing(C)
    in the day of disease and incurable(D) pain.(E)

12 Woe to the many nations that rage(F)
    they rage like the raging sea!(G)
Woe to the peoples who roar(H)
    they roar like the roaring of great waters!(I)
13 Although the peoples roar(J) like the roar of surging waters,
    when he rebukes(K) them they flee(L) far away,
driven before the wind like chaff(M) on the hills,
    like tumbleweed before a gale.(N)

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