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20 For long ago I have broken your yoke
    and burst your bonds;
    and you said, “I will not serve.”
For upon every high hill
    and under every green tree
    you wander, playing the harlot.
21 Yet I had planted you a noble vine,
    a wholly faithful seed.
How then have you turned
    into the degenerate plant of a strange vine to Me?
22 For though you wash yourself with lye,
    and take much soap,
    yet your iniquity is marked before Me,
    says the Lord God.

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