It is sharpened to make a sore slaughter; it is furbished that it may glitter: should we then make mirth? it contemneth the rod of my son, as every tree.
| Gematria | 1456 DR=7 |
|---|---|
| DR | 7 |
| Tesla Score | 4/7 |
| Signature | 1323926 |
| Book | EZK |
| Address | 21:10 |
| Words | 30 |
| Letters | 119 |