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This people continually provokes me to anger, right to my face,
    by sacrificing in the groves,
    by burning incense on the bricks.
They sit in tombs
and keep their vigils all night.
They eat the flesh of pigs,
and broth made from unclean meat is in their pots.
They say, “Keep to yourself.
Do not touch me because I am too holy for you.”
These people are smoke in my nostrils,
like a fire burning all day.

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