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1 Moreouer, the worde of the Lorde came vnto me sayinge:
2 Go thy waye, crye in the eares of Ierusalem, & saye: Thus sayeth the Lord: I remembre the, for the kyndenesse of thy youth, and because of thy stedfast loue: at the tyme of thy despousynge, in that thou folowdest me thorowe the wyldernesse, in an vntylled lande.
3 Israel was an halowed thynge vnto the Lorde, and so was his fyrst frutes. All they that deuoure Israel shall offende: mysfortune shall fall vpon them, sayeth the Lorde.