vae mihi quia factus sum sicut qui colligit in autumno racemos vindemiae non est botrus ad comedendum praecoquas ficus desideravit anima mea
Woe is me, for I am become as one that gleaneth in autumn the grapes of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat, my soul desired the first ripe figs.
final_alignments\Vulgate_Bible.json