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16 And the Lorde sayde vnto Moses: beholde, thou shalt slepe wyth thy fathers, and thys people wyll ryse vp, and go a whorynge after straunge goddes of the lande (whether they go) and will forsake me, and breake the appoyntment, whych I haue made wyth them.
17 And then my wrath wyll waxe whote agaynst them, and I wyll forsake them, and wyll hyde my face from them, & they shalbe consumed. And moch aduersyte and tribulacyons shall come vpon them, so that then they wyll saye: Are not these troubles come vpon me, because God is not wyth me?