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These people provoke Me continually
to My face,
sacrificing in gardens,
    burning incense on bricks,
sitting among graves,
    spending the night in cave-tombs;
eating swine’s flesh,
    and the broth of detestable things is in their pots,
who say, ‘Keep to yourself, don’t come to me,
    for I am holier than you!’
These are smoke in My nostrils,
    a fire that burns all day.

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