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"But come here, You sons of the sorceress, You offspring of the adulterer and the harlot!
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Whom do you ridicule? Against whom do you make a wide mouth And stick out the tongue? Are you not children of transgression, Offspring of falsehood,
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Inflaming yourselves with gods under every green tree, Slaying the children in the valleys, Under the clefts of the rocks?
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Among the smooth stones of the stream Is your portion; They, they, are your lot! Even to them you have poured a drink offering, You have offered a grain offering. Should I receive comfort in these?
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"On a lofty and high mountain You have set your bed; Even there you went up To offer sacrifice.
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Also behind the doors and their posts You have set up your remembrance; For you have uncovered yourself to those other than Me, And have gone up to them; You have enlarged your bed And made a covenant with them; You have loved their bed, Where you saw their nudity.
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You went to the king with ointment, And increased your perfumes; You sent your messengers far off, And even descended to Sheol.
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You are wearied in the length of your way; Yet you did not say, 'There is no hope.' You have found the life of your hand; Therefore you were not grieved.
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"And of whom have you been afraid, or feared, That you have lied And not remembered Me, Nor taken it to your heart? Is it not because I have held My peace from of old That you do not fear Me?
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I will declare your righteousness And your works, For they will not profit you.
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When you cry out, Let your collection of idols deliver you. But the wind will carry them all away, A breath will take them. But he who puts his trust in Me shall possess the land, And shall inherit My holy mountain."