When they are wicked, the sinful break, the bough
Upon the tree on which they're seated, perched.
When the broken twigs are dry, they're snapped off.
And women come to use them as kindling for a fire.
Hence, He who made them will not know His favour.
He will neither have compassion nor show mercy.
He will not be gracious in wanting to pardon them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That Old god sure liked to put the boot in. Sadly Darwin and Co did it to him! Neat interpretation of Isaiah's verse.