I see him, but not now; I perceive him, but not near. A star will come from Jacob, and a sceptre will arise from Israel. He will smash the forehead of Moab and strike down all the Shethites.
For I know that your crimes are many and your sins innumerable. They oppress the righteous, take a bribe, and deprive the poor of justice at the city gates.
Do horses gallop on the cliffs? Does anyone plough there with oxen? Yet you have turned justice into poison and the fruit of righteousness into wormwood –