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The pride in your heart has led you astray,
    you who live in the crannies of the rock,
    whose dwelling is on the heights.
You think to yourself,
    “Who can bring me down to the ground?”
Even though you soar like an eagle
    and your nest is set among the stars,
from there I will bring you down
    says the Lord.
If thieves approached you,
    or robbers during the night,
you would not be destroyed,
    for wouldn’t they steal only what they wanted?
If grape-pickers were to come to you,
    wouldn’t they leave gleanings?

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