Thy silver is turned into dross: thy wine is mingled with water.
Their banquet is separated, they have gone astray by fornication: they that should have protected them have loved to bring shame upon them.
For we are not as many, adulterating the word of God; but with sincerity, but as from God, before God, in Christ we speak.
What shall I do to thee, O Ephraim? what shall I do to thee, O Juda? your mercy is as a morning cloud, and as the dew that goeth away in the morning.
How is the faithful city, that was full of judgment, become a harlot? justice dwelt in it, but now murderers.
Thy princes are faithless, companions of thieves: they all love bribes, the run after rewards. They judge not for the fatherless: and the widow's cometh not in to them.