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She cries out by the gates, at the entry of the city, At the entrance of the doors:
8:2 She takes her stand on the top of the high hill, Beside the way, where the paths meet.
8:3 She cries out by the gates, at the entry of the city, At the entrance of the doors:
8:4 "To you, O men, I call, And my voice is to the sons of men.
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