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They live in the midst of tombs
    and spend the night in secret places,
eating the flesh of pigs
    and filling their plates with unclean food,
as they cry out, “Keep away!
    Do not touch me,
    for I am too sacred for you.”
Such people to me are like choking smoke,
    a fire that smolders throughout the day.
Their deeds have been inscribed in my memory;
    I will not remain silent until I have repaid in full

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