Shall make the pestilence cleave to thee Sometimes Divine Providence shall scourge you by one calamity, and sometimes by another, and they will cut off your people in great numbers. Thy heaven shall be brass Dry, and shut up from giving rain or dew. The earth iron Exceeding hard through drought, and barren. The rain of thy land powder and dust As unprofitable to thy ground or seed as if it were only so much dust. Or rather, by reason of long droughts, dust blown up into the air by winds shall fall in showers instead of rain.

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