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小見出し単位で進める · Micah
Woe, woe is me, for I have become
The honest have perished from the land,
Their hands know well how to do evil,
The best of them are like a thorn thicket,
Do not trust your neighbor,
For son insults father,
But I will look to the Lord,
Do not rejoice over me, my enemy.
The anger of the Lord I will bear,
So my enemy will see, and shame will cover them,
It is a day for rebuilding your walls,
This day they will come to you,
Though the land has become a desolation
Shepherd your flock with your staff, the flock that belong to you,
as in the days when you came from Egypt, gave us wonders to see.
Nations will see and be ashamed of all their might;
they will lick the dust like snakes, like creatures that crawl on the earth;
Who is a God like you, forgiving iniquity
He will tread under foot our iniquity;
You will show faithfulness to Jacob, and loving kindness to Abraham,