14 They are wandering like blind men in the streets, they are made unclean with blood, so that their robes may not be touched by men.
15 Away! unclean! they were crying out to them, Away! away! let there be no touching: when they went away in flight and wandering, men said among the nations, There is no further resting-place for them.
16 The face of the Lord has sent them in all directions; he will no longer take care of them: they had no respect for the priests, they gave no honour to the old men.
17 Our eyes are still wasting away in looking for our false help: we have been watching for a nation unable to give salvation.
18 They go after our steps so that we may not go in our streets: our end is near, our days are numbered; for our end has come.
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