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7 Shulde I then for al this haue mercy vpon the? Thy chyldren haue forsaken me, and sworne by them that are no goddes. And albeit that I fed them to the ful yet they fall to aduoutrye, and haunt harlottes houses.
8 In the desyre of vnclenly lust they are become lyke the stoned horse euery man neyeth at his neyghbours wyfe: