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So I, the Lord, refused
    to let the spring rains fall.
But just like a prostitute,
you still have no shame
    for what you have done.
You call me your father
    or your long-lost friend;
you beg me to stop being angry,
    but you won't stop sinning.

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Therefore the showers have been withheld,(A)
    and no spring rains(B) have fallen.
Yet you have the brazen(C) look of a prostitute;
    you refuse to blush with shame.(D)
Have you not just called to me:
    ‘My Father,(E) my friend from my youth,(F)
will you always be angry?(G)
    Will your wrath continue forever?’
This is how you talk,
    but you do all the evil you can.”

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