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  • And you shall speak, through a proverb, a parable to the inciting house. And you shall say to them: Thus says the Lord God: Set out a cooking pot; set it out, I say, and put water into it. (Ezekiel 24, 3)

  • For her blood is in her midst; she has shed it upon the smoothest rock. She has not shed it upon the ground, so that it could be covered with dust. (Ezekiel 24, 7)

  • So shall I bring my indignation over her, and take my vengeance. I have presented her blood upon the smoothest rock, so that it would not be covered. (Ezekiel 24, 8)

  • And they will break apart the walls of Tyre, and they will destroy its towers. And I will scrape her dust from her, and I will make her into the barest rock. (Ezekiel 26, 4)

  • And I will make you like the barest rock; you will be a drying place for nets. And you will no longer be built up. For I have spoken, says the Lord God.” (Ezekiel 26, 14)

  • Was it not enough for you to feed upon good pastures? For you even trample with your feet upon the remainder of your pastures. And when you drank the purist water, you disturbed the remainder with your feet. (Ezekiel 34, 18)

  • And I will pour clean water over you, and you shall be cleansed from all your filth, and I will cleanse you from all your idols. (Ezekiel 36, 25)

  • Then the man who held the rope in his hand departed toward the east, and he measured one thousand cubits. And he led me forward, through the water, up to the ankles. (Ezekiel 47, 3)

  • And again he measured one thousand, and he led me forward, through the water, up to the knees. (Ezekiel 47, 4)

  • And he measured one thousand, and he led me forward, through the water, up to the waist. And he measured one thousand, into a torrent, through which I was not able to pass. For the waters had risen to become a profound torrent, which was not able to be crossed. (Ezekiel 47, 5)

  • “I beg you to test us, your servants, for ten days, and let roots be given to us to eat and water to drink, (Daniel 1, 12)

  • For their mother has been fornicating; she who conceived them has been brought to ruin. For she said, ‘I will go after my lovers, who give me my bread and my water, my wool and my flax, my oil and my drink.’ (Hosea 2, 5)


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