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Non-Exact Match

Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer-fruits, as the grape-gleanings of the vintage. There is no cluster to eat; there is no early fruit which my soul desired.

Verse ConceptsGleaningFruitFig treeGrapesLonelinessSummerVintageNot Reaping What You Sow