Those who buy them<n id="1" /> slaughter them and are not held guilty; those who sell them say, &#8216;Blessed be the <sc>Lordsc>, for I am rich.&#8217; Their own shepherds have no compassion for them.

<p class="poetry">Then I will bring the remaining third into the fire;p> <p class="poetry">I will refine them like silver is refinedp> <p class="poetry">and will test them like gold is tested.p> <p class="poetry">They will call on my name and I will answer;p> <p class="poetry">I will say, &#8216;These are my people,&#8217;p> <p class="poetry">and they will say, &#8216;The <sc>Lordsc> is my God.&#8217;&#8221;<n id="1" />p>