14 Now they grope through the streets
    as if they were blind.
They are so defiled with blood
    that no one dares to touch their garments.

15 ‘Go away! You are unclean!’ people cry to them.
    ‘Away! Away! Don’t touch us!’
When they flee and wander about,
    people among the nations say,
    ‘They can stay here no longer.’

16 The Lord himself has scattered them;
    he no longer watches over them.
The priests are shown no honour,
    the elders no favour.

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