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| Ah, sinful people, People laden with meanness, Descendents of the Reformers—doing evil Children of the persecuted who plan corruption on others, Who have forsaken the LORD, Who have despised the Holy One of Israel, Who are now utterly lost! Why do you keep asking for it? Why do you continue to rebel? The whole society is sick, Like a cancer that makes the body grow faint. From the sole of the foot to the top of your head, There are no healthy cells, But tumors and sores And bleeding wounds; Pockets of infections that haven’t been drained, Festers that you just ignore. Continued... |
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