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Holy Saturday

April 3, 2010
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Cursed is your basket,
And your kneading bowl.
The heavens above you are bronze, the ground below is iron.

Cursed is the earth because of you.
In pain you shall eat of it, all the days of your life.
Thorns and thistles it will bring forth for you.
By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food
Until you return to the ground.
For you are dust, and to dust you shall return.

Your covenant with death has been canceled.
Your pact with She’ol has not stood.
The scourge will pass through, and you will be beaten down.

Sin crouched at your door
And it has mastered you.

Cursed in the city.
Cursed in the field.
Cursed when you enter.
Cursed when you leave.

Cursed with the pestilence.
Cursed with the heat.
Cursed.

The heavens above you are bronze.  The ground you walk on is iron.  Like Adam you break the covenant, and a vulture circles over the house of the Lord.

The standing grain has no head.
The fig tree is withered.
The priests are robbers,
The prophets fools.

Oh Lord, do you work wonders for the dead?

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Deuteronomy 28
Genesis 3
Isaiah 28
Genesis 4
Deuteronomy 28
Hosea 6
Hosea 8
Matthew 21
Hosea 6
Hosea 9
Psalm 88

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