See! A basket of summer fruit!
This system of things is coming to its end.
The wicked will not partake of the fruit -
no pressed cakes will they make for themselves -
but it is they who will be pressed and crushed
in the winepress of His anger.
No poultices will they make for themselves;
their boils will fester and no healing will be found.
The fruit will rot,
and dogs and flies will be attracted to it,
devouring the disgusting thing.
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