You, son of man, don't be afraid of them, neither be afraid of their words, though briers and thorns are with you, and you do dwell among scorpions: don't be afraid of their words, nor be dismayed at their looks, though they are a rebellious house.
Let both grow together until the harvest, and in the harvest time I will tell the reapers, *First, gather up the darnel weeds, and bind them in bundles to burn them; but gather the wheat into my barn.*'*