A s a fountain wells up and casts forth its waters and keeps them fresh, so she is casting forth wickedness. Violence and destruction are heard within her; sickness and wounds are continually before Me.
Както блика вода от извора, Така блика злото от него; Насилие и грабеж се чува в него, Пред Мене непрестанно има болест и рани.
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