Everyone burns with desire— they are like coals in an oven, ready to burst into flames.
I wish I could go into the desert and find a hiding place from all who are treacherous and unfaithful to God.
You people aren't faithful to God! Don't you know if you love the world, you are God's enemies? And if you decide to be a friend of the world, you make yourself an enemy of God.
You expect wooden idols and other objects of wood to give you advice. Lusting for sex at pagan shrines has made you unfaithful to me, your God.
Cursing, dishonesty, murder, robbery, unfaithfulness— these happen all the time. Violence is everywhere.
Stop being proud! Don't you know how a little yeast can spread through the whole batch of dough?
Those unfaithful prophets misuse their power all over the country. So God turned the pasturelands into scorching deserts.
Their food won't satisfy, and having sex at pagan shrines won't produce children. My people have rebelled
I wish that my eyes were fountains of tears, so I could cry day and night for my people who were killed.