<p class="poetry">The more the priests increased in numbers,p> <p class="poetry">the more they rebelled against me.p> <p class="poetry">They have turned<n id="1" /> their glorious callingp> <p class="poetry">into a shameful disgrace!p>

<p class="poetry">There will be some left behind,p> <p class="poetry">like when an olive tree is beaten &#8211;p> <p class="poetry">two or three ripe olives remain toward the very top,p> <p class="poetry">four or five on its fruitful branches,&#8221;p> <p class="poetry">says the <sc>Lordsc> God of Israel.p>