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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."
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And one shall say, "Heap it up! Heap it up! Prepare the way, Take the stumbling block out of the way of My people."
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For thus says the High and Lofty One Who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: "I dwell in the high and holy place, With him who has a contrite and humble spirit, To revive the spirit of the humble, And to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
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For I will not contend forever, Nor will I always be angry; For the spirit would fail before Me, And the souls which I have made.
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For the iniquity of his covetousness I was angry and struck him; I hid and was angry, And he went on backsliding in the way of his heart.
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I have seen his ways, and will heal him; I will also lead him, And restore comforts to him And to his mourners.
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"I create the fruit of the lips: Peace, peace to him who is far off and to him who is near," Says the Lord, "And I will heal him."
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But the wicked are like the troubled sea, When it cannot rest, Whose waters cast up mire and dirt.
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"There is no peace," Says my God, "for the wicked."