U rlate, 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.
Howl, ye shepherds, and cry, And roll yourselves, ye honourable of the flock, For full have been your days, For slaughtering, and your scatterings, And ye have fallen as a desirable vessel.
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