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“They remember their altars as their children, with their groves by the green trees, upon the high hills.

“O, My mountain in the field! I will give your substance, all your treasures, to be plundered, for the sin of your high places, throughout all your borders.

“And you, even you, shall release your heritage that I gave you. And I will cause you to serve your enemies in the land, which you do not know. For you have kindled a fire in My anger, which shall burn forever.”

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