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6.4 :For I brought thee up out of the land of Egypt,
 * And redeemed thee out of the house of bondage,
 * And I sent before thee Moses, Aaron, and Miriam.
 * O My people, remember now what Balak king of Moab devised,
 * And what Balaam the son of Beor answered him;
 * From Shittim unto Gilgal,
 * That ye may know the righteous acts of the.
 * 'Wherewith shall I come before the ,
 * And bow myself before God on high?
 * Shall I come before Him with burnt-offerings,
 * With calves of a year old?
 * Will the be pleased with thousands of rams,
 * With ten thousands of rivers of oil?
 * Shall I give my first-born for my transgression,
 * The fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?'
 * It hath been told thee, O man, what is good,
 * And what the doth require of thee:
 * Only to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God.


 * Hark! the crieth unto the city—
 * And it is wisdom to have regard for Thy name—
 * Hear ye the rod, and who hath appointed it.
 * Are there yet the treasures of wickedness in the house of the wicked,
 * And the scant measure that is abominable?
 * 'Shall I be pure with wicked balances,
 * And with a bag of deceitful weights?'
 * For the rich men thereof are full of violence,
 * And the inhabitants thereof have spoken lies,
 * And their tongue is deceitful in their mouth.
 * Therefore I also do smite thee with a grievous wound;
 * I do make thee desolate because of thy sins.
 * Thou shalt eat, but not be satisfied;
 * And thy sickness shall be in thine inward parts.
 * And thou shalt conceive, but shalt not bring forth;
 * And whomsoever thou bringest forth will I give up to the sword.
 * Thou shalt sow, but shalt not reap;
 * Thou shalt tread the olives, but shalt not anoint thee with oil,
 * And the vintage, but shalt not drink the wine.
 * For the statutes of Omri are kept,
 * And all the works of the house of Ahab,
 * And ye walk in their counsels;
 * That I may make thee an astonishment,
 * And the inhabitants thereof a hissing,
 * And ye shall bear the reproach of My people.


 * Woe is me! for I am as the last of the summer fruits,
 * As the grape gleanings of the vintage;
 * There is no cluster to eat;
 * Nor first-ripe fig which my soul desireth.
 * The godly man is perished out of the earth,
 * And the upright among men is no more;
 * They all lie in wait for blood;