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For, thus, saith Yahweh of hosts, God of Israel, The daughter of Babylon, is like a threshing, floor at the time of treading her: Yet a little, and the time of harvest shall overtake her.
Thrust ye in the vintage knife, for, grown ripe, is the vintage, - Go in, tread down, for full is the winepress, flow over do the vats, for abundant is their wickedness.
But, they, know not the purposes of Yahweh, neither have they discerned his counsel, - for he hath gathered them, as sheaves, to a threshing-floor.
And, another messenger, came forth out of the sanctuary, crying out with a loud voice, unto him that was sitting upon the cloud - Thrust in thy sickle, and reap; because the hour to reap is come, because the harvest of the earth is ripe.
And, Yahweh himself, turned the captivity of Job, when he prayed in behalf of his friends, - and Yahweh increased all that Job had possessed, unto twice as much.
When Yahweh brought back the captives of Zion, we were like them who dream:
And the line shall belong to the remnant of the house of Judah, Thereon, shall they feed their flocks, - In the houses of Ashkelon, shall they, at eventide, lie down, for Yahweh their God will visit them, and bring their captives back.