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9 Thou sonne of man, prophecie and speake, thus saith the Lorde God, Speake, the sworde the sworde is sharpened and well furbished. 10 Sharpened is it to make a great slaughter, and furbished that it may glitter: Shall we then make mirth? It contemneth the rodde of my sonne as all other trees. 11 He hath geuen it to be furbished, to holde it in the hande: this sworde is sharpened, and furbished, to geue it into the hande of the slayer. 12 Crye and houle sonne of man, for it commeth vpon my people it commeth vpon all the princes of Israel: the terrours of the sworde shalbe vpon my people, smite therfore thou vpon thy thygh. 13 Because it is a triall: and what if it contemne the rodde? It shalbe no more saith the Lorde. 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 21:9-17, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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