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What mean ye that ye beat my people to pieces, and grind the faces of the poor? saith the Lord GOD of hosts.

And they shall be broken in the purposes thereof, all that make sluices and ponds for fish.

But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.

Yet it pleased the LORD to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the LORD shall prosper in his hand.

For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.

They are not humbled even unto this day, neither have they feared, nor walked in my law, nor in my statutes, that I set before you and before your fathers.

How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, which are crushed before the moth?

His children are far from safety, and they are crushed in the gate, neither is there any to deliver them.

Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?