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Non-Exact Match

Woe is me! For I am like the gatherings of summer fruits, like the grape-gleanings of the vintage. There is no cluster to eat; my soul desires the first-ripe fruit.

Verse ConceptsGleaningFruitFig treeGrapesLonelinessSummerVintageNot Reaping What You Sow

Will Jehovah be pleased with thousands of rams, with ten thousands of rivers of oil? Shall I give my first-born for my transgression, the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?

Verse ConceptsFirstbornBodyRamsA Thousand AnimalsSacrificing The Firstborn