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23 How canst thou say, I am not polluted,
I have not gone after Baalim?
see thy way in the valley,
know what thou hast done:
thou art a swift dromedary traversing her ways;
24 a wild ass used to the wilderness,
that snuffeth up the wind at her pleasure;
in her occasion who can turn her away?
all they that seek her will not weary themselves;
in her month they shall find her.
25 Withhold thy foot from being unshod,
and thy throat from thirst:
but thou saidst, There is no hope:
no; for I have loved strangers, and after them will I go.

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