American Standard Version of 1901
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Behold, the day, behold, it cometh: thy doom is gone forth; the rod hath blossomed, pride hath budded.
Violence is risen up into a rod of wickedness; {Or, not from them, nor from their multitude, nor from their wealth}none of them shall remain, nor of their multitude, nor of their wealth: neither shall there be {Or, wailing for them}eminency among them.