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“Lift up your eyes to the high places, and behold where you have not played the harlot. You have sat, waiting for them on the way, as the Arabian in the wilderness. And you have polluted the land with your whoredoms, and with your malice.

“Therefore the showers have been restrained, and the latter rain came not, and you had a whore’s forehead. You would not be ashamed.

“Did you not still cry to Me, ‘You are My Father, the guide of my youth?

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