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