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By the gates at the approaches of the city,
    in the entryways she cries aloud:
“To you, O people, I call;
    my appeal is to you mortals.
You naive ones, gain prudence,
    you fools,[a] gain sense.

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Footnotes

  1. 8:5 Naive ones…fools: see note on 1:4.