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21 How was the faithful city for a harlot! I filled with judgment; justice will lodge in her; and now they are killing. 22 Thy silver was for dross, thy wine adulterated with water. 23 Thy chiefs turning away, and associates of thieves: every one loving a gift and following recompenses: the orphan they will not judge, and the cause of the widow will not come to them. Isaiah 1:21-23, Smith's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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