“‘God, the Master, says:

“‘Doom to the city of murder,
    to the pot thick with scum,
    thick with a filth that can’t be scoured.
Empty the pot piece by piece;
    don’t bother who gets what.

7-8 “‘The blood from murders
    has stained the whole city;
Blood runs bold on the street stones,
    with no one bothering to wash it off—
Blood out in the open to public view
    to provoke my wrath,
    to trigger my vengeance.

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“‘For this is what the Sovereign Lord says:

“‘Woe(A) to the city of bloodshed,(B)
    to the pot now encrusted,
    whose deposit will not go away!
Take the meat out piece by piece
    in whatever order(C) it comes.(D)

“‘For the blood she shed is in her midst:
    She poured it on the bare rock;
she did not pour it on the ground,
    where the dust would cover it.(E)
To stir up wrath and take revenge
    I put her blood on the bare rock,
    so that it would not be covered.

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