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18 Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable,
which refuseth to be healed?
wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar,
and as waters that fail?

19 Therefore thus saith the Lord,
If thou return, then will I bring thee again,
and thou shalt stand before me:
and if thou take forth the precious from the vile,
thou shalt be as my mouth:
let them return unto thee; but return not thou unto them.
20 And I will make thee unto this people a fenced brasen wall:
and they shall fight against thee,
but they shall not prevail against thee:
for I am with thee to save thee and to deliver thee, saith the Lord.

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