Israel’s Misery

What misery is mine!
I am like one who gathers summer fruit
    at the gleaning of the vineyard;
there is no cluster of grapes to eat,
    none of the early figs(A) that I crave.

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12 All your fortresses are like fig trees
    with their first ripe fruit;(A)
when they are shaken,
    the figs(B) fall into the mouth of the eater.

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