“Take the (A)choicest of the flock,
And also pile [a]wood under [b]the pot.
Make it boil vigorously.
Also seethe its bones in it.”

‘Therefore, thus says the Lord God,

“Woe to the (B)bloody city,
To the pot in which there is rust
And whose rust has not gone out of it!
Take out of it piece after piece,
[c]Without making a choice.
“For her blood is in her midst;
She placed it on the bare rock;
She did not (C)pour it on the ground
To cover it with dust.

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Footnotes

  1. Ezekiel 24:5 Lit bones
  2. Ezekiel 24:5 Lit it
  3. Ezekiel 24:6 Lit No lot has fallen on it