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Samaria! Your calf is thrown down!
My anger is kindled against them!
How long will they be incapable of innocence?
For a craftsman from Israel made it,
so it is no god.
For the calf of Samaria will be splinters.

“For they sow wind, and reap a whirlwind.
There is no mature grain—
    the sprout yields no meal.
Should it produce anything,
    strangers would swallow it up.

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