Your silver is become dross, your wine mixed with water:
You put away all the wicked of the earth like dross: therefore I love your testimonies.
How is the faithful city become an harlot! it was full of judgment; righteousness lodged in it; but now murderers.
Your princes are rebellious, and companions of thieves: every one loves gifts, and follows after rewards: they judge not the fatherless, neither does the cause of the widow come to them.
Their drink is sour: they have committed prostitution continually: her rulers with shame do love, Give you.
O Ephraim, what shall I do to you? O Judah, what shall I do to you? for your goodness is as a morning cloud, and as the early dew it goes away.
For we are not as many, which corrupt the word of God: but as of sincerity, but as of God, in the sight of God speak we in Christ.