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They harvest fodder in the field,
    and glean in the vineyard of the wicked.
They pass the night naked, without clothing;
    they have no covering against the cold;
They are drenched with rain from the mountains,
    and for want of shelter they cling to the rock.

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They reap every one his corn in the field: and they gather the vintage of the wicked.

They cause the naked to lodge without clothing, that they have no covering in the cold.

They are wet with the showers of the mountains, and embrace the rock for want of a shelter.

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