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20 For of old time I have broken thy yoke, and burst thy bands;
and thou saidst, I will not transgress;
when upon every high hill and under every green tree
thou wanderest, playing the harlot.
21 Yet I had planted thee a noble vine, wholly a right seed:
how then art thou turned into the degenerate plant of a strange vine unto me?
22 For though thou wash thee with nitre,
and take thee much soap,
yet thine iniquity is marked before me, saith the Lord God.

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