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a people who provoke me to my face continually,
    sacrificing in gardens,
    and burning incense on bricks;
who sit among the graves,
    and spend nights in secret places;
who eat pig’s meat,
    and broth of abominable things is in their vessels;
who say, ‘Stay by yourself,
    don’t come near to me,
    for I am holier than you.’
These are smoke in my nose,
    a fire that burns all day.

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