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Contend with your mother!
    Contend, for she is not my wife,
    neither am I her husband;
and let her put away her prostitution from her face,
    and her adulteries from between her breasts;
Lest I strip her naked,
    and make her bare as in the day that she was born,
and make her like a wilderness,
    and set her like a dry land,
    and kill her with thirst.
Indeed, on her children I will have no mercy;
    for they are children of unfaithfulness;
For their mother has played the prostitute.
    She who conceived them has done shamefully;
for she said, ‘I will go after my lovers,
    who give me my bread and my water,
    my wool and my flax,
    my oil and my drink.’

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