H0625–אֹ֫סֵף–o.seph

Days and a year ye are troubled, O confident ones, For consumed hath been harvest, The gathering cometh not.

אֹ֖סֶף 'O.sef “[the] gathering”

And gathered hath been your spoil, A gathering of the caterpillar, As a running to and fro of locusts is he running on it.

אֹ֖סֶף 'O.sef “<the> gathering of”

My wo `is' to me, for I have been As gatherings of summer-fruit, As gleanings of harvest, There is no cluster to eat, The first-ripe fruit desired hath my soul.

כְּאָסְפֵּי־ (אָסְפֵּי) 'a.se.pei- “gathering<s> of”