Thy silver has become dross, thy wine mixed with water.
Their drink has become sour. They play the harlot continually. Her rulers dearly love shame.
For we are not as other men, huckstering the word of God, but as from purity. But we speak in Christ as from God in the sight of God.
O Ephraim, what shall I do to thee? O Judah, what shall I do to thee? For your goodness is as a morning cloud, and as the dew that goes away early.
Thou put away all the wicked of the earth like dross. Therefore I love thy testimonies.
How the faithful city has become a harlot! She who was full of justice! Righteousness lodged in her, but now murderers.
Thy rulers are rebellious, and companions of thieves. Everyone loves bribes, and follows after rewards. They judge not the fatherless, nor does the cause of the widow come to them.
