Then, Paul, unto him, said—God is about to be smiting thee, thou whited wall! Dost, thou, then sit to judge me according to the law, and, unlawfully, orderest me to be smitten?
For in his mouth is nothing worthy of trust, Their inward purpose, is engulphing ruin,—An opened sepulchre, is their throat, With their tongue, speak they smooth things.
The watchman of Ephraim, should have been with my God: As for the prophet, the snare of the fowler, is on all his ways, a prosecution awaiteth him , in the house of his God.
And, whosoever toucheth on the face of the field, one slain with a sword, or one who hath died, or a human bone or a grave, shall be unclean seven days.
which, indeed, is, less, than all seeds, but, when grown, is greater than garden-plants, and becometh a tree,—so that the birds of heaven come, and lodge among its branches.
And when any of the passers-by, in going through the land, shall see a human bone, then shall he set up near it a sign,—until the buriers have buried it, in Ge-hamon-Gog.