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The Lord of hosts saith these things, Put ye your hearts on your ways. (The Lord of hosts saith these things, Think ye upon the ways of your lives.)

Go ye up into the mountain, bear ye trees, and build ye an house; and it shall be acceptable to me, and I shall be glorified, saith the Lord. (Then, go ye up the mountain, carry ye back some wood, and build ye a House for me; and it shall be acceptable to me, and I shall be glorified, saith the Lord.)

Ye beheld to more, and lo! it is made less; and ye brought into the house, and I blew it out. For what cause, saith the Lord of hosts? for mine house is desert(ed), and ye hasten each man into his house. (For ye looked for more, and lo! it is made less; and ye brought the harvest back home, and I blew it out. For what reason, or why, saith the Lord of hosts? because my House lieth in ruins, while each person hasteneth into his own house.)

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