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10 ‘Your mother is like a vine in your blood, planted by the waters. She brought forth fruit and branches by the abundant waters,

11 ‘and she had strong rods for the scepters of those who bear rule. And her stature was exalted among the branches, and she appeared in her height with the multitude of her branches.

12 ‘But she was plucked up in wrath. She was cast down to the ground, and the East wind dried up her fruit. Her branches were broken and withered. The fire consumed the rod of her strength.

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