9 And not pity doth Mine eye, nor do I spare, According to thy ways unto thee I give, And thine abominations are in thy midst, And ye have known that I 'am' Jehovah the smiter.
10 Lo, the day, lo, it hath come, Gone forth hath the morning, Blossomed hath the rod, flourished the pride.
11 The violence hath risen to a rod of wickedness, There is none of them, nor of their multitude, Nor of their noise, nor is there wailing for them.
12 Come hath the time, arrived hath the day, The buyer doth not rejoice, And the seller doth not become a mourner, For wrath 'is' unto all its multitude.
13 For the seller to the sold thing turneth not, And yet among the living 'is' their life, For the vision 'is' unto all its multitude, It doth not turn back, And none by his iniquity doth strengthen his life.
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