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Misery is mine! Indeed, I am like one who gathers the summer fruits, as gleanings of the vineyard. There is no cluster of grapes to eat. My soul desires to eat the early fig.
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Verse 1. Figs, which are the worst. Saint Jerome Saint Ambrose in Lu. vii. 3. Yet they were eagerly sought after, before the other figs came to maturity. They had escaped the rigours of winter. Such Christ ( Calmet.) seemed to expect. Mark 11:13.
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