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put in it the pieces,
    all the good pieces, the thigh and the shoulder;
    fill it with choice cuts.
Take the choicest one of the flock;
    pile the logs[a] under it;
boil its pieces;[b]
    seethe[c] also its bones in it.

Therefore thus says the Lord God:

Woe to the bloody city,
    the pot whose crud is in it,
    whose crud has not gone out of it!
Empty it piece by piece,
    making no choice at all.[d](A)

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Footnotes

  1. 24.5 Heb the bones
  2. 24.5 Heb mss: MT its boilings
  3. 24.5 Cn: Heb its bones seethe
  4. 24.6 Heb piece, no lot has fallen on it