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14 O LORD, give them—what will You give them? Give them a barren womb and dry breasts.

15 “All their wickedness is in Gilgal. For there I hated them for the wickedness of their inventions. I will cast them out of My House. I will love them no longer. All their princes are rebels.

16 “Ephraim is stricken! Their root is dried up! They can bring no fruit! Yea, though they bring forth, I will kill even the dearest of their body.”

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