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15 But My people have forgotten Me, to a vain thing they make perfume, And they cause them to stumble in their ways -- paths of old, To walk in paths -- a way not raised up,

16 To make their land become a desolation, A hissing age-during, Every passer by it is astonished, And bemoaneth with his head.

17 As an east wind I scatter them before an enemy, The neck, and not the face, I shew them, In the day of their calamity.'

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15 Yet my people have forgotten(A) me;
    they burn incense(B) to worthless idols,(C)
which made them stumble(D) in their ways,
    in the ancient paths.(E)
They made them walk in byways,
    on roads not built up.(F)
16 Their land will be an object of horror(G)
    and of lasting scorn;(H)
all who pass by will be appalled(I)
    and will shake their heads.(J)
17 Like a wind(K) from the east,
    I will scatter them before their enemies;
I will show them my back and not my face(L)
    in the day of their disaster.”

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