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“Lift your eyes to the barren hills and see!
    Where have you not been violated?
    By the wayside you sat waiting for them
        like a nomad in the desert.
    You have polluted the land
        with your prostitution and wickedness.
Therefore showers have been withheld
        and there has been no spring rain.
    You have a harlot’s brazen look;
    you refuse to be ashamed.
Did you not just now call to Me:
    Avi! You are a friend of my youth.

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