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“The heart is perverse above all things, and unsearchable. Who can know it?”

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Jeremiah, born in 655 BC and died in 586 BC, was a prominent prophet in the Hebrew Bible. His prophecies, which covered the fall of Judah and the rise of Babylon, had a profound impact on the history of the Jewish people. more

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