Micah replied, ‘Stay with me and be my father and priest, and I will give you 115 grams of silver a year, along with your clothing and provisions.’ So the Levite went in
‘I wish one of you would shut the temple doors, so that you would no longer kindle a useless fire on my altar! I am not pleased with you,’ says the Lord of Armies, ‘and I will accept no offering from your hands.
You profane me among my people for handfuls of barley and scraps of bread; you put those to death who should not die and spare those who should not live, when you lie to my people, who listen to lies.
These dogs have fierce appetites; they never have enough. And they are shepherds who have no discernment; all of them turn to their own way, every last one for his own profit.
While they were near Micah’s home, they recognised the accent of the young Levite. So they went over to him and asked, ‘Who brought you here? What are you doing in this place? What is keeping you here? ’