20 Why 'is' this to Me? frankincense from Sheba cometh, And the sweet cane from a land afar off, Your burnt-offerings 'are' not for acceptance, And your sacrifices have not been sweet to Me.
21 Therefore thus said Jehovah: Lo, I do give to this people stumbling blocks, And stumbled against them have fathers and sons together, The neighbour and his friend do perish.
22 Thus said Jehovah: Lo, a people hath come from a north country, And a great nation is stirred up from the sides of the earth.
23 Bow and javelin they take hold of, Fierce it 'is', and they have no mercy, Their voice as a sea doth sound, And on horses they ride, set in array as a man of war, Against thee, O daughter of Zion.
24 'We have heard its sound, feeble have been our hands, Distress hath seized us, pain as of a travailing woman.
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