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16 Thus sayeth the Lord: go into the streates, consydre & make inquisicyon for the olde waye: and yf it be the good and ryght waye, then go therin, that ye maye fynde rest for youre soules. But they saye: we wyll not walcke therin,
17 and I wyll sett wacthmen ouer you, & therfore take hede vnto the voyce of the trompett. But they saye: we wyll not take hede.
18 Heare therfore ye Gentyles, & thou congregacyon shalt knowe, what I haue deuysed for them.
19 Heare thou earth also: behold, I will cause a plage to come vpon this people, euen the frute of their awne imaginacions. For they haue not bene obedient vnto my wordes & to my lawe, but abhorred them.
20 Wherfore, bryng ye me incense from Saba, & swete smellyng Calamus from farre countrees? Your burnt offerynges dysplease me, & I reioyce not in your sacrifyces.