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6 Therfore haue I geuen you ydle teeth in all youre cyties, and scarsnesse of bred in all your palaces: yet will ye not turne vnto me, sayeth the Lorde.
7 When there were but thre monethes vnto the haruest, I withelde the rayne from you: ye I rayned vpon one cytie: and not vpon another, one pece of grounde was moystured wt rayne, and the grounde that I rayned not vpon, was drye.
8 Wherfore two, yee, thre cyties came vnto one, to drincke water: but they were not satisfyed, yet will ye not turne vnto me, sayeth the Lorde.
9 I haue smytten you with drouth & blastinge: and loke howe many orchardes, vyneyardes, fyggetrees & olyuetrees ye had: the caterpyller hath eaten them vp. But yet will ye not turne vnto me, sayeth the Lorde.