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The fading blooms of his glorious beauty
    at the head of the fertile valley
Will be like an early fig before summer:
    whoever sees it,
    swallows it as soon as it is in hand.(A)
On that day the Lord of hosts
    will be a glorious crown
And a brilliant diadem
    for the remnant of his people,
A spirit of judgment
    for the one who sits in judgment,
And strength for those
    who turn back the battle at the gate.

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