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Behold, I am pressed under you, as a cart is pressed that is full of sheaves.
How often they, Resisted him in the desert, Vexed him, in the waste:
Your new moons and your appointed feasts, my soul, hateth, - They have become unto me a burden I am too weary to bear:
Then said he - Hear, I pray you, O house of David! Is it, too little, for you to weary men, that ye must weary even my God?
Thou hast not bought for me with silver, fragrant calamus, Nor with the fat of thy sacrifices, hast thou sated me, - Thou hast done nothing but oppress me with thy sins, Thou hast wearied me with thine iniquities.
Then shall they who have escaped of you remember me, among the nations whither they have been carried captive, In that I have broken their adulterous heart, which hath turned aside from me, And their eyes which have adulterously gone after their manufactured gods, So shall they become loathsome in their own sight, for the wicked things which they have done in all their abominations.
Because thou hast not remembered the days of thy youth, But hast enraged me with all these things Therefore also behold! I thy way, upon thine own head, will place Declareth My Lord Yahweh, And thou shalt not commit a crime above all thine abominations
Ye have wearied Yahweh with your words, and yet ye say, Wherein have we been wearisome? When ye have said, Everyone who doeth wrong, is right in the eyes of Yahweh, and, in them, he hath taken delight, or, Where is the God of justice?