They shut the door of the kingdom,
they don’t even go in.
Woe!
They go great lengths for one convert
but he will burn much worse.
Woe!
They make unfounded distinctions,
confounding oaths of men.
Woe!
Strain a gnat, swallow a camel:
neglecting faith, tithing dill!
Woe!
They clean the outer cup and dish,
brim full greed, indulgence.
Woe!
They are just like beautified tombs,
filled with unclean bones.
Woe!
They testify against themselves,
righteous blood’s on their heads.
Woe!
