T he fading flower of his glorious beauty, which is on the head of the fertile valley, shall be like the first-ripe fig before the summer; which someone picks and eats as soon as he sees it.
Y la flor marchita de su gloriosa hermosura, Que está sobre la cabeza del valle fértil, Será como el primer higo maduro antes del verano, El cual uno ve, Y tan pronto está en su mano se lo traga.
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