The Lord God hath sworn by his own soul, saith the Lord the God of hosts: I detest the pride of Jacob, and I hate his houses, and I will deliver up the city with the inhabitants thereof.
All their wickedness is in Galgal, for there I hated them: for the wickedness of their devices I will cast them forth out of my house: I will love them no more, all their princes are revolters.
The lions have roared upon him and have made a noise: they have made his land a wilderness. His cities are burnt down: and there is none to dwell in them.
In sinning and lying against the Lord. And we have turned away so that we went not after our God but spoke calumny and transgression: we have conceived and uttered from the heart words of falsehood.
But my people, on the contrary, are risen up as an enemy: you have taken away the cloak off from the coat: and them that passed harmless you have turned to war.