F or the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth, and smote him; I hid me, and was wroth, and he went on backslidingly in the way of his heart.
Din pricina păcatului lăcomiei lui, M'am mîniat şi l-am lovit, M'am ascuns, în supărarea Mea, şi cel răzvrătit a urmat şi mai mult pe căile inimii lui.
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