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sitting among graves,
    spending the night in cave-tombs;
eating swine’s flesh,
    and the broth of detestable things is in their pots,
who say, ‘Keep to yourself, don’t come to me,
    for I am holier than you!’
These are smoke in My nostrils,
    a fire that burns all day.
Behold, it is written before Me;
I will not keep silence, but will repay,
    even repay into their laps,

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