The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand; They are knit together, they are come up on my neck; he has made my strength to fail: The Lord has delivered me into their hands, against whom I am not able to stand.
Saying, 'When will the new moon be gone, that we may sell grain? And the Shabbat, that we may market wheat, making the efah small, and the shekel large, and dealing falsely with balances of deceit;