Q uand les rameaux sèchent, on les brise; Des femmes viennent, pour les brûler. C'était un peuple sans intelligence: Aussi celui qui l'a fait n'a point eu pitié de lui, Celui qui l'a formé ne lui a point fait grâce.
When its boughs are withered and dry, they are broken off; the women come and set them afire. For they are a people of no understanding or discernment— witless folk; therefore He Who made them will not have compassion on them, and He Who formed them will show them no favor.
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