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14 Give them, O Lord: what wilt thou give?
give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.
15 All their wickedness is in Gilgal:
for there I hated them:
for the wickedness of their doings
I will drive them out of mine house,
I will love them no more:
all their princes are revolters.
16 Ephraim is smitten,
their root is dried up, they shall bear no fruit:
yea, though they bring forth,
yet will I slay even the beloved fruit of their womb.

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