Папулярныя біблейскія вершы з Hosea 8

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For they sow the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind. The standing grain has no heads, it shall yield no meal; if it were to yield, aliens would devour it.

They made kings, but not through me. They set up princes, but without my knowledge. With their silver and gold they made idols for their own destruction.