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Слы́шите сло́во гдⷭ҇не, є҆́же гл҃а гдⷭ҇ь на ва́съ, до́ме і҆и҃левъ.
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Hear ye the word of the Lord, which he has spoken to you, O house of Israel.
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Сїѧ̑ гл҃етъ гдⷭ҇ь: по пꙋтє́мъ ꙗ҆зы́кѡвъ не оу҆чи́тесѧ и҆ ѿ зна́менїй небе́сныхъ не страши́тесѧ, ꙗ҆́кѡ и҆́хъ боѧ́тсѧ ꙗ҆зы́цы.
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Thus saith the Lord, Learn ye not the ways of the heathen, and be not alarmed at the signs of the sky; for they are alarmed at them, falling on their faces.
it is forged silver brought from Tharsis, gold will come from Mophaz, and the work of goldsmiths: they are all the works of craftsmen, they will clothe themselves with blue and scarlet.
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Кто̀ не оу҆бои́тсѧ тебє̀, ѽ, цр҃ю̀ ꙗ҆зы́кѡвъ твоѧ́ бо че́сть междꙋ̀ всѣ́ми премꙋ́дрыми ꙗ҆зы́кѡвъ, и҆ во всѣ́хъ ца́рствахъ и҆́хъ ни є҆ди́нъ є҆́сть подо́бенъ тебѣ̀.
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They must certainly be borne, for they cannot ride of themselves. Fear them not; for they cannot do any evil, and there is no good in them.
and set abundance of waters in the sky, and brought up clouds from the ends of the earth; he made lightnings for the rain, and brought forth light out of his treasures.
Every man is deprived of knowledge, every goldsmith is confounded because of his graven images; for he has cast false gods, there is no breath in them.
Alas for thy ruin! thy plague is grievous: and I said, Surely this is thy wound, and it has overtaken thee.
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Собра̀ ѿвнѣ̀ и҆мѣ́нїе, ѡ҆бита́ющее во и҆збра́нныхъ,
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Thy tabernacle is in a ruinous state, it has perished; and all thy curtains have been torn asunder: my children and my cattle are no more: there is no more any place for my tabernacle, nor place for my curtains.
Behold, there comes a sound of a noise, and a great earthquake from the land of the north, to make the cities of Juda a desolation, and a resting-place for ostriches.
Pour out thy wrath upon the nations that have not known thee, and upon the families that have not called upon thy name: for they have devoured Jacob, and consumed him, and have made his pasture desolate.