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In that day:

Sing of it! A vineyard of red wine.
I, the Lord, am its keeper;
I water it every moment;
lest anyone damage it,
    I protect it night and day.
    I have no fury.
Should someone give Me briers and thorns in battle,
    then I would step on them,
    I would burn them fully.
Or let him rely on My strength;
    let him make peace with Me;
    let him make peace with Me.

In the days to come Jacob shall take root;
    Israel shall blossom and bud
    and shall fill the whole world with fruit.

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