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Woe whoever gets evil gain,
For setting his nest up on high;
To be safe from the reach of pain,
While the truth he will deny.
You have devised shame for your house,
By cutting off many people;
And having forfeited your spouse,
Not entering into the temple.
For the stone will cry from the wall,
The beam from the woodwork respond;
While ignoring of the call,
And refusing to correspond.
Woe to the one who builds a town,
Upon his own blood, sweat and tears;
Who was given a thorny crown,
Finds iniquity filled with fears.
Behold, is it not from the Lord,
The people labor for fire;
Nations are not in one accord,
Weary over their desire.
For the earth is filled with knowledge,
By the glory from our Lord;
As the waters do acknowledge,
And remaining in one accord.
Woe to him who makes his friend drink,
You pour the wrath and make her juiced;
No longer is able to think,
That she is easily seduced.
For you will have your fill of shame,
Exposed being uncircumcised;
Remember the Lord knows your name,
For shameful spewing is despised.
The violence overwhelms you,
As will destruction of the beasts;
Utter chaos cannot construe,
Terrifies of riotous feasts.
The blood of man in violence,
To the cities who dwell in them;
Will cause the future turbulence,
As the Lord judges to condemn.

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