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 。
So as to slaughter a slaughter it is sharpened. So as to have brightness it is polished, Desire hath rejoiced the sceptre of my son, It is despising every tree.
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