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Woe be to the shepherds of Israel that do feed themselves, the
Ones who cannot understand, for everyone for his own gain
Looks to his own way from his quarter.  Should not the 
Vested feed the flocks?  Yet, they kill them that are fed and
Eat the fat.  They clothe themselves with the wool, while the
Sheep are naked and hungry.  These prophets make God’s people err.  They bite.
     They cry, peace; and he that putteth not into their mouths
Is victimized by ravening, for they do plunder and can
Never have enough as greedy dogs; they are all ignorant,
     They are all dumb dogs, they cannot bark;
Sleeping, lying down, and loving to slumber they have not 
Healed the sick neither have they strengthened the diseased. With
Effontery they have not bound up the broken, and their
Edifice is fallen for they have not brought again those driven away.  These
Pharisees have not sought the lost, but ruling with force and cruelty have
Scattered the sheep because there is no real shepherd.
     They have behaved themselves as an hireling, who
Careth not for the sheep and fleeth the face of danger and 
Leaveth the sheep to wander through mountains and high hills
Of the earth to become further prey to every beast of the field.
Therefore, ye shepherds, ye den of thieves, God saith, I require my flock at your
Hand and will cause you to cease from visions and feeding yourselves.
I will deliver my flock from your mouth, and they shall be a prey for beasts
No more.  I will set one Shepherd over them; He shall feed them. I will be their 
God accepting them and their offerings, and I will make them joyful in My house.

Scripture Compilation 
1993

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