For a man named Demetrius, a silversmith who made silver shrines<n id="1" /> of Artemis,<n id="2" /> brought a great deal<n id="3" /> of business<n id="4" /> to the craftsmen.

For he was looking forward to the city with firm foundations,<n id="1" /> whose architect and builder is God.

If then Demetrius and the craftsmen who are with him have a complaint<n id="1" /> against someone, the courts are open<n id="2" /> and there are proconsuls; let them bring charges against one another there.<n id="3" />

<p class="poetry">And the sound of the harpists, musicians,p> <p class="poetry">flute players, and trumpetersp> <p class="poetry">will never be heard in you<n id="1" /> again.p> <p class="poetry">No<n id="2" /> craftsman<n id="3" /> who practices any tradep> <p class="poetry">will ever be found in you again;p> <p class="poetry">the noise of a mill<n id="4" /> will never be heard in you again.p>