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11 Between the rows they press out the oil;
    they tread the wine presses, yet are thirsty.
12 In the city the dying groan,
    and the souls of the wounded cry out.
    Yet God does not treat it as a disgrace!
13 They are rebels against the light:(A)
    they do not recognize its ways;
    they do not stay in its paths.

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