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14 Prophecie thou sonne of man, & smite thy handes together, & let the sworde be doubled thrise, euen the sworde of the great slaughter, entryng into their priuie chaumbers, 15 To make them faynt at the heartes, and to multiplie their falles, in all their gates, haue I geuen the terrour of the sworde: Ah it is made bright, and dressed for the slaughter. 16 Get thee one way or other, either vpon the right hande or vpon the left, whyther soeuer thy face turneth. 17 I will smite my handes together also, and make my wrathfull indignation to rest: euen I the Lorde haue sayde it. Ezekiel 21:14-17, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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