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All day long they insult me to my face
    by worshiping idols in their sacred gardens.
    They burn incense on pagan altars.
At night they go out among the graves,
    worshiping the dead.
They eat the flesh of pigs
    and make stews with other forbidden foods.
Yet they say to each other,
    ‘Don’t come too close or you will defile me!
    I am holier than you!’
These people are a stench in my nostrils,
    an acrid smell that never goes away.

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a people who continually provoke me
    to my very face,(A)
offering sacrifices in gardens(B)
    and burning incense(C) on altars of brick;
who sit among the graves(D)
    and spend their nights keeping secret vigil;
who eat the flesh of pigs,(E)
    and whose pots hold broth of impure meat;
who say, ‘Keep away; don’t come near me,
    for I am too sacred(F) for you!’
Such people are smoke(G) in my nostrils,
    a fire that keeps burning all day.

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