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These people always make Me angry, giving gifts of worship in gardens and burning special perfume on altars of clay blocks. They sit among graves, and spend the night in secret places. They eat the flesh of pigs, and have boiled meat that is unclean in their pots. They say, ‘Keep to yourself. Do not come near me. For I am holier than you.’ These are smoke in My nose, a fire that burns all the day.

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