Your silver has become dross, your wine mixed with water:
You put away all the wicked of the earth like dross: therefore I love your testimonies.
How has the faithful city become a harlot! it was full of justice; righteousness lodged in it; but now murderers.
Your princes are rebellious, and companions of thieves: everyone loves bribes, and follows after rewards: they judge not the fatherless, neither does the cause of the widow come before them.
Their drink is sour: they have committed harlotry continually: her rulers love shame more than glory.
O Ephraim, what shall I do unto you? O Judah, what shall I do unto you? for your goodness is as a morning cloud, and as the early dew it goes away.
For we are not as many, who corrupt the word of God: but as of sincerity, but as of God, in the sight of God speak we in Christ.
