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They are always making me very angry.
    They do it right in front of me.
They offer sacrifices in the gardens of other gods.
    They burn incense on altars that are made out of bricks.
They sit among the graves.
    They spend their nights talking to the spirits of the dead.
They eat the meat of pigs.
    Their cooking pots hold soup that has ‘unclean’ meat in it.
They say, ‘Keep away! Don’t come near us!
    We are too sacred for you!’
Those people are like smoke in my nose.
    They are like a fire that keeps burning all day.

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a people who continually provoke me
    to my very face,(A)
offering sacrifices in gardens(B)
    and burning incense(C) on altars of brick;
who sit among the graves(D)
    and spend their nights keeping secret vigil;
who eat the flesh of pigs,(E)
    and whose pots hold broth of impure meat;
who say, ‘Keep away; don’t come near me,
    for I am too sacred(F) for you!’
Such people are smoke(G) in my nostrils,
    a fire that keeps burning all day.

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