¹³ Because it is a trial, and what if the sword contemn even the rod? it shall be no more, saith the Lord God.

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.

² How that in a great trial of affliction the abundance of their joy and their deep poverty abounded unto the riches of their liberality.

²⁵ And thou, profane wicked prince of Israel, whose day is come, when iniquity shall have an end,

²³ If the scourge slay suddenly, he will laugh at the trial of the innocent.