5 And 'one' hath said, 'I am not a prophet, A man, a tiller of ground I am, For ground 'is' my possession from my youth.'
6 And 'one' hath said unto him, 'What 'are' these wounds in thy hands?' And he hath said, 'Because I was smitten 'at' home by my lovers.'
7 Sword, awake against My shepherd, And against a hero -- My fellow, An affirmation of Jehovah of Hosts. Smite the shepherd, and scattered is the flock, And I have put back My hand on the little ones.
8 And it hath come to pass, In all the land, an affirmation of Jehovah, Two parts in it are cut off -- they expire, And the third is left in it.
9 And I have brought the third into fire, And refined them like a refining of silver, And have tried them like a trying of gold, It doth call in My name, and I answer it, I have said, 'My people it 'is',' And it saith, 'Jehovah 'is' my God!'
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