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Justice of God, ah! who heaps up so many
New toils and sufferings as I beheld? 20
And why doth our transgression waste us so?
As doth the billow there upon Charybdis,
That breaks itself on that which it encounters,
So here the folk must dance their roundelay.
Here saw I people, more than elsewhere, many, 25
On one side and the other, with great howls,
Rolling weights forward by main-force of chest.
They clashed together, and then at that point
Each one turned backward, rolling retrograde, 29
Crying, "Why keepest?" and, "Why squanderest thou?"
Thus they returned along the lurid circle
On either hand unto the opposite point,
Shouting their shameful metre evermore.
Then each, when he arrived there, wheeled about
Through his half-circle to another joust; 35
And I, who had my heart pierced as it were,
Exclaimed: "My Master, now declare to me
What people these are, and if all were clerks,
These shaven crowns upon the left of us."
And he to me: "All of them were asquint 40
In intellect in the first life, so much
That there with measure they no spending made.