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“Even to old age, I am the same. I will bear you until the hoary hairs. I have made you. I will also bear you, and I will carry you, and I will deliver you.

“Whom will you make Me like, or make me equal to, or compare me to, so that I would be like him?

“They draw gold out of the bag and weigh silver in the balance, hire a goldsmith to make a god of it. They bow down and worship it.

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