I t is sharpened that it may make a slaughter, polished that it may flash and glitter like lightning! Shall we then rejoice and make mirth ? But the rod or scepter of My son rejects and views with contempt every tree!
磨 快 為 要 行 殺 戮 , 擦 亮 為 要 像 閃 電 。 我 們 豈 可 快 樂 麼 ﹖ 罰 我 子 的 杖 藐 視 各 樹 。
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