KJV ORIGINAL
It is sharpened to make a sore slaughter; it is furbished that it may glitter: should we then make mirth? it contemneth the rod of my son, as every tree.
Close to the original. Clear modern English.
✦ MADE SIMPLE
This sword has been sharpened for brutal killing and polished until it shines. How could we possibly celebrate right now? It shows no respect for my son's authority — it cuts down everything in its path like trees in a forest.
⚡ THE BOTTOM LINE
When judgment is coming, it's not the time to party — destruction doesn't discriminate.
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