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Look up to the bare heights[a] and see!
    Where have you not been lain with?
By the waysides you sat waiting for lovers,
    like a nomad in the wilderness.
You have polluted the land
    with your prostitutions and wickedness.(A)
Therefore the showers have been withheld,
    and the spring rain has not come,
yet you have the forehead of a prostitute;
    you refuse to be ashamed.(B)
Have you not just now called to me,
    “My Father, you are the friend of my youth—(C)

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  1. 3.2 Or the trails