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5 If thou comest nye them, they saye touch me not, for I am holyer then thou All these men when I am angry, shalbe turned to smoke & fyre, that shall burne for euer.
6 Beholde it is wryten before my face, & shall not be forgotten, but recompensed. I shall rewarde it them into their bosome:
7 I meane youre mysdedes, and the mysdedes of youre fathers together (sayeth the Lorde) which haue made their smokes vpon the mountaynes, and blasphemed me vpon the hylles: therfore will I measure their olde dedes into their bosome againe.