Priljubljene svetopisemske vrstice iz Hosea 7

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They do not cry to me from their hearts; rather, they wail on their beds. They slash themselves  , for grain and new wine;  they turn away from me.

Woe to them,  for they fled from me;  destruction to them, for they rebelled against me! Though I want to redeem them,  they speak lies against me.