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Burn your thank offering of leavened bread,
    and brag publicly about your free-will offerings.
For this is what you love to do,
    O children of Israel, says the Lord God.

You Have Not Come to Me

Although I made your teeth
    clean of food in all your cities
and spread famine in all your villages,
    you still would not return to me, says the Lord.
I even withheld the rain from you
    when there were still three months before the harvest.
I would allow rain to fall upon one town
    but not upon another.
One field would be watered by rain,
    while another would receive none and dry up.

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