H owl, ye shepherds, and cry; and wallow yourselves, noble ones of the flock: for the days of your slaughter are accomplished, and I will disperse you; and ye shall fall like a precious vessel.
Urlate, o pastori, e gridate; voltolatevi nella polvere, o guide del gregge, perché i giorni del vostro macello sono compiuti, e cadrete come un vaso prezioso.
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