MLV(i)
21 She cries in the chief place of concourse, at the entrance of the gates, in the city. She utters her words:
22 How long, you* simple ones, will you* love simplicity? And scoffers delight in their scoffing and fools hate knowledge? 23 Turn back at my reproof. Behold, I will pour out my spirit upon you*. I will make my words known to you*.
22 How long, you* simple ones, will you* love simplicity? And scoffers delight in their scoffing and fools hate knowledge? 23 Turn back at my reproof. Behold, I will pour out my spirit upon you*. I will make my words known to you*.