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24 Thou sonne of man, tell her. Thou art an vnclene lande, which is not rayned vpon in the daye of the cruell wrath:
25 thy Prophetes that are in the, are sworne together to deuoure soules, lyke as a roarynge Lyon, that lyueth by his praye. They receaue ryches and good, & make many wyddowes in the.
26 Thy prestes breake my lawe, and defyle my Sanctuary. They put no difference betwene the holye & vnholye, nether discerne betwene the cleane & vncleane: they turne their eyes fro my sabbathes, & I am vnhalowed amonge them.
27 Thy rulers in the are lyke rauyshynge wolues, to shed bloude, and to destroye soules, for their awne couetous lucre.
28 As for thy Prophetes, they dawbe with vntempered claye, they se vanytyes, and prophecye lyes vnto them, sayinge: the Lorde God sayeth so, where as the Lorde hath not spoken.
29 The people in the lande vseth wycked extorcyon & robbery. They vexe the poore & nedye and oppresse the straunger agaynst ryght.
30 And I sought in the lande for a man, that wolde make vp the hedge, and sett him selfe in the gappe before me in the landes behalfe, that yt shulde not be corrupted: but I could fynde none.
31 Therfore, I will poure out my cruell dyspleasure vpon them, & burne them in the fyre of my wrath: theyr awne wayes will I recompence vpon theyr heades saieth the lord God.