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 为 要 行 杀 戮 , 擦 亮 为 要 像 闪 电 。 我 们 岂 可 快 乐 麽 ? 罚 我 子 的 杖 藐 视 各 树 。
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