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I remember the devotion of your youth, how as a bride you loved me and followed me through the desert, through a land not sown. I remember how devoted you were to me. What fault did your fathers find in me that they stray so far from me? My people have comitted two sins: they forsaken me the spring of living water and they dug their own cisterns. A broken cisterns that cannot hold water.

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  • Where is this from? It is a great metaphor for God.

  • That's beautiful

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