Sonnet from a Sermon

O Pharisees, O scribes and teachers, woe!

You choose the steps that lead men from the path;

You fools would shut out honest men! And lo,

When dying, you shall see the LORD in wrath!

O Pharisees, who, tempted by men’s gold,

Do wrongly swear e’en as you rightly tithe!

You make the Word of God obscuring fold,

Neglect the faith, and lead the blind as guides!

O Pharisees, O scribes and teachers, fear!

In cleaning shallowly, I see your dooms:

You ask yourselves, “How well shall we appear,”

You whitewashed, moldy, crowded, corpse-filled tombs!

O Pharisees, you snakes! You viper’s brood!

Your lips repent; your hands are soaked in blood!

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