²¹ Budouť k němu mluviti hrdiny s jeho pomocníky z prostřed hrobu, kdež neobřezanci mečem zbití sstoupivše, leží.

¹ Opět se stalo slovo Hospodinovo ke mně, řkoucí:

⁹ Son of man, prophesy, and say, Thus says Yahweh: say, A sword, a sword, it is sharpened, and also furbished;

¹⁰ it is sharpened that it may make a slaughter; it is furbished that it may be as lightning: shall we then make mirth? the rod of my son, it condemns every tree.