As a cistern maketh its water cold, so hath she made her wickedness cold. Violence and spoil shall be heard in her: infirmity and stripes are continually before me.
Iniquity is risen up into a rod of impiety: nothing of them shall remain, nor of their people, nor of the noise of them: and there shall be no rest among them.
For I am speaking now this long time, crying out against iniquity and I often proclaim devistation: and the word of the Lord is made a reproach to me and a derision, all the day.
Their webs shall not be for clothing: neither shall they cover themselves with their works. Their works are unprofitable works: and the work of iniquity is in their hands.
Thus saith the Lord God: Let it suffice you, O princes of Israel: cease from iniquity and robberies, and execute judgment and justice, separate your confines from my people, saith the Lord God.
From the sole of the foot unto the top of the head, there is no soundness therein: wounds and bruises and swelling sores: they are not bound up, nor dressed, nor fomented with oil.
Why criest thou for thy affliction? Thy sorrow is incurable: for the multitude of thy iniquity and for thy hardened sins, I have done these things to thee.
Whilst they see vain things in thy regard and divine lies: to bring thee upon the necks of the wicked that are wounded, whose appointed day is come in the time of iniquity.