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13 My soldiers, swing your blades.
    The nations are ripe for harvest.
Come and stomp on them as if they were grapes.
    Crush them until the winepress of my anger is full.
Do it until the wine spills over
    from the places where it is stored.
    The nations have committed far too many sins!”

14 Huge numbers of soldiers are gathered in the valley
    where the Lord will hand down his sentence.
    The day of the Lord is near in that valley.
15 The sun and moon will become dark.
    The stars won’t shine anymore.

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