9 'Son of man, prophesy, and thou hast said, Thus said Jehovah, say: A sword, a sword is sharpened, and also polished.
10 So as to slaughter a slaughter it is sharpened. So as to have brightness it is polished, Desire hath rejoiced the sceptre of my son, It is despising every tree.
11 And he giveth it for polishing, For laying hold of by the hand. It is sharpened -- the sword -- and polished, To give it into the hand of a slayer.
12 Cry and howl, son of man, For it hath been among My people, It 'is' among all the princes of Israel, Cast unto the sword have been My people. Therefore strike on thy thigh,
13 Because 'it is' a trier, And what if even the sceptre it is despising? It shall not be, an affirmation of the Lord Jehovah.
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