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11 in the day of thy planting wilt thou make [them] to grow, and on the morrow wilt thou make thy seed to flourish; [but] the harvest will flee in the day of taking possession, and the sorrow will be incurable.

12 Ha! a tumult of many peoples! they make a noise as the noise of the seas;—and the rushing of nations! they rush as the rushing of mighty waters.

13 The nations rush as the rushing of many waters; but he will rebuke them, and they shall flee far away, and shall be chased as the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like a whirling [of dust] before the whirlwind:

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11 though on the day you set them out, you make them grow,
    and on the morning(A) when you plant them, you bring them to bud,
yet the harvest(B) will be as nothing(C)
    in the day of disease and incurable(D) pain.(E)

12 Woe to the many nations that rage(F)
    they rage like the raging sea!(G)
Woe to the peoples who roar(H)
    they roar like the roaring of great waters!(I)
13 Although the peoples roar(J) like the roar of surging waters,
    when he rebukes(K) them they flee(L) far away,
driven before the wind like chaff(M) on the hills,
    like tumbleweed before a gale.(N)

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