They seek me day after day, and desire to know my ways. Why do we fast, and you see it not? afflict ourselves, and you take no note of it?
Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke? Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter, when you see the naked, to clothe him, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?
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Invisible football to the groin.
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