Isaiah 47
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For you will no longer be called tender and delicate.
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and wade through the rivers.
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and will spare no one.”
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is the Holy One of Israel.
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the mistress of kingdoms.
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You laid a very heavy yoke on the aged.
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nor did you remember the results.
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neither will I know the loss of children.’
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and the great abundance of your enchantments.
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You have said in your heart, ‘I am, and there is no one else besides me.’
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which you don’t understand.
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as if you might prevail.
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Now let the astrologers, the stargazers, and the monthly prognosticators, stand up and save you from the things that will happen to you.
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or a fire to sit by.
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There will be no one to save you.