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50 Thus saith the Lord,
Where is the bill of your mother’s divorcement, whom I have put away?
or which of my creditors is it to whom I have sold you?
Behold, for your iniquities have ye sold yourselves,
and for your transgressions is your mother put away.
Wherefore, when I came, was there no man?
when I called, was there none to answer?
Is my hand shortened at all, that it cannot redeem?
or have I no power to deliver?
behold, at my rebuke I dry up the sea,
I make the rivers a wilderness:
their fish stinketh, because there is no water,
and dieth for thirst.
I clothe the heavens with blackness,
and I make sackcloth their covering.

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