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!