Joseph is a fruitful vine, a fruitful vine by a spring. His branches run over the wall.

The trumpet.

Son of man, what is the vine tree more than any tree, the vine branch which is among the trees of the forest?

For their vine is of the vine of Sodom, of the fields of Gomorrah. Their grapes are grapes of gall, Their clusters are bitter.

When the trumpet sounds ,

When the trumpet sounds ,

For their vine is of the vine of Sodom, and of the fields of Gomorrah their grapes are grapes of gall, their clusters are bitter

For when the trumpet blows

When the Trumpet is blown .

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When the Trumpet is sounded ,

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When the Trumpet is blown .

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Binding his foal to the vine, his donkey's colt to the choice vine he has washed his garments in wine, his robes in the blood of grapes.

Yet I had planted you a noble vine, wholly a right seed. How then have you turned into the degenerate branches of a foreign vine to me?

Yet I had planted thee a noble vine, wholly a right seed how then art thou turned into the degenerate plant of a strange vine unto me?

And We caused to grow over him a gourd vine .

And We caused to grow over him a gourd vine .

Binding his foal unto the vine, and his ass's colt unto the choice vine he washed his garments in wine, and his clothes in the blood of grapes

When the Trumpet shall be sounded ,

For when the trumpet shall sound ,

When the Trumpet will be sounded ,

And when the trumpet is blown ,

For when the trumpet is sounded ,

Finally , when the Trumpet is sounded ,

When the Trumpet shall be sounded ,

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And when the trumpet is blown ,

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Finally , when the Trumpet is sounded ,

The trees said to the vine, 'Come and reign over us.'

Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.

I am the true vine, and my Father is the farmer.

I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman.

So when the Trumpet will be blown .

So when the Trumpet will be blown .

The new wine mourns. The vine languishes. All the merry hearted sigh.

The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merryhearted do sigh.

Then said the trees unto the vine, Come thou, and reign over us.

And when the trumpet shall sound one blast

It grew, and became a spreading vine of low stature, whose branches turned toward him, and its roots were under him so it became a vine, and brought forth branches, and shot forth sprigs.

They shall lament for the teats, for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.