32 Not in his day is it completed, And his bending branch is not green.
33 He shaketh off as a vine his unripe fruit, And casteth off as an olive his blossom.
34 For the company of the profane 'is' gloomy, And fire hath consumed tents of bribery.
35 To conceive misery, and to bear iniquity, Even their heart doth prepare deceit.
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