<p class="poetry">&#8220;Woe to you who are well satisfied with food<n id="1" /> now, for you will be hungry.p> <p class="poetry">&#8220;Woe to you<n id="2" /> who laugh<n id="3" /> now, for you will mourn and weep.p>

<p class="bodytext">The first woe has passed, but<n id="1" /> two woes are still coming after these things!p>

<p class="bodytext">The second woe has come and gone;<n id="1" /> the third is coming quickly.p>

Then<n id="1" /> I looked, and I heard an<n id="2" /> eagle<n id="3" /> flying directly overhead,<n id="4" /> proclaiming with a loud voice, &#8220;Woe! Woe! Woe to those who live on the earth because of the remaining sounds of the trumpets of the three angels who are about to blow them!&#8221;<n id="5" />p>

Woe to the world because of stumbling blocks! It<n id="1" /> is necessary that stumbling blocks come, but woe to the person through whom they come.

saying,p> <p class="poetry">&#8220;Woe, woe, O great city &#8211;p> <p class="poetry">dressed in fine linen, purple and scarlet clothing,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">and adorned with gold,<n id="2" /> precious stones, and pearls &#8211;p>

Woe<n id="1" /> to those who are pregnant and to those who are nursing their babies in those days!

Woe to those who are pregnant and to those who are nursing their babies in those days!

<p class="poetry">&#8220;But woe<n id="1" /> to you who are rich, for you have received<n id="2" /> your comfort<n id="3" /> already.p>

&#8220;Woe to you, Chorazin!<n id="1" /> Woe to you, Bethsaida! If<n id="2" /> the miracles<n id="3" /> done in you had been done in Tyre<n id="4" /> and Sidon,<n id="5" /> they would have repented long ago in sackcloth and ashes.

<p class="bodytext">&#8220;Woe to you, Chorazin!<n id="1" /> Woe to you, Bethsaida! For if<n id="2" /> the miracles<n id="3" /> done in you had been done in Tyre<n id="4" /> and Sidon,<n id="5" /> they would have repented long ago, sitting in sackcloth and ashes.

They will stand a long way off because they are afraid of her torment, and will say,p> <p class="poetry">&#8220;Woe, woe, O great city,p> <p class="poetry">Babylon the powerful city!p> <p class="poetry">For in a single hour your doom<n id="1" /> has come!&#8221;p>

Woe to you Pharisees! You love the best seats<n id="1" /> in the synagogues<n id="2" /> and elaborate greetings<n id="3" /> in the marketplaces!

Woe to you!<n id="1" /> You are like unmarked graves, and people<n id="2" /> walk over them without realizing it!&#8221;<n id="3" />p>

Woe to you! You build<n id="1" /> the tombs of the prophets whom your ancestors<n id="2" /> killed.

<p class="bodytext">&#8220;Woe to you, experts in the law<n id="1" /> and you Pharisees, hypocrites! You clean the outside of the cup and the dish, but inside they are full of greed and self-indulgence.

<p class="bodytext">&#8220;Woe to you, experts in the law<n id="1" /> and you Pharisees, hypocrites! You are like whitewashed tombs that look beautiful on the outside but inside are full of the bones of the dead and of everything unclean.<n id="2" />

<p class="bodytext">&#8220;Woe to you, experts in the law<n id="1" /> and you Pharisees, hypocrites! You<n id="2" /> build tombs for the prophets and decorate the graves<n id="3" /> of the righteous.

<p class="poetry">&#8220;Woe to you<n id="1" /> when all people<n id="2" /> speak well of you, for their ancestors<n id="3" /> did the same things to the false prophets.p>

Woe to you experts in religious law! You have taken away<n id="1" /> the key to knowledge! You did not go in yourselves, and you hindered<n id="2" /> those who were going in.&#8221;p>