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WOE IS YISRA EL
Woe is me! As the ingathering of the summer fruits; as the gleanings of the crop; there is no cluster to eat: my soul desires the firstling fruit:
WOE IS YISRA EL
Woe is me! As the ingathering of the summer fruits; as the gleanings of the crop; there is no cluster to eat: my soul desires the firstling fruit: