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|ImUgly (profile) wrote, |
on 9-14-2005 at 11:03am
|She utters her voice in the streets
She crys in the chief place of councourse,
In the openings of the gates:
In the city she uttered her words saying
"How long, simple ones,
Will you love love simplicity?
And the scorners delight in their scorning,
And the fools hate knowledge?
Turn you at my reproof:
I will pour out my spirit for you
I will make my words known to you.
Because I have called
And you refused;
I have stretched out my hand,
And no man regarded.
But you have set at not all my counsel,
And would none of my reproof:
I will laugh at your calamity
I will mock when your fear comes;
When your fear comes as desolation,
And your destruction comes as a whirlwind;
When distress and anguish come upon you
Then shall they call upon me,
But I will not answer;
They shall seek me,
But they shall not find me."
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