Take the choice of the flock.
Also pile fuel bones under it,
Make it boil well,
And let the cuts simmer in it.”

‘Therefore thus says the Lord God:

“Woe to (A)the bloody city,
To the pot whose scum is in it,
And whose scum is not gone from it!
Bring it out piece by piece,
On which no (B)lot has fallen.
For her blood is in her midst;
She set it on top of a rock;
(C)She did not pour it on the ground,
To cover it with dust.

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    take the pick of the flock.(A)
Pile wood beneath it for the bones;
    bring it to a boil
    and cook the bones in it.(B)

“‘For this is what the Sovereign Lord says:

“‘Woe(C) to the city of bloodshed,(D)
    to the pot now encrusted,
    whose deposit will not go away!
Take the meat out piece by piece
    in whatever order(E) it comes.(F)

“‘For the blood she shed is in her midst:
    She poured it on the bare rock;
she did not pour it on the ground,
    where the dust would cover it.(G)

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