Ezek.21.10

It is sharpened to make a sore slaughter; it is furbished that it may glitter: should we then make mirth? it contemneth the rod of my son, as every tree.

Ezek.21.10

Sharpened to kill, polished to flash like lightning! My child, you've despised the scepter of Judah by worshiping every tree-idol.

Ezek.21.10

sharpened for the slaughter, polished to flash like lightning! "'Shall we rejoice in the scepter of my son Judah? The sword despises every such stick.

Ezek.21.10

Sharpened to make a dreadful slaughter, Polished to flash like lightning! Should we then make mirth? It despises the scepter of My son, As it does all wood.