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And my people are bent to backsliding from me:
though they called them to the most High,
none at all would exalt him.

How shall I give thee up, Ephraim?
how shall I deliver thee, Israel?
how shall I make thee as Admah?
how shall I set thee as Zeboim?
mine heart is turned within me,
my repentings are kindled together.
I will not execute the fierceness of mine anger,
I will not return to destroy Ephraim:
for I am God, and not man;
the Holy One in the midst of thee:
and I will not enter into the city.

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