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JEREMIAH BY MACHPELAH
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And they have hewn them
Cisterns which hold not;
Shall I restrain Me,
When they regard not
My sacred mandates?

And thus did Isaac all his sorrow tell
Unto the Lord who high in Heav'n doth dwell:
"Wherefore was I appointed to be slain?
My seed is crushed and low in bondage lain;
Ah! where is now Thy promise made of old:
'My covenant with Isaac I will hold'?"

Unto My prophet
Sorely rebellious,
They have polluted
My holy mountain:
Lo, I am weary
With ever hearing

Their cry which riseth