As a fountain pours out her waters, so she pours out her wickedness: violence and destruction is heard in her; before me continually is grief and wounds.
From the sole of the foot even to the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrefying sores: they have not been closed up, neither bound up, neither softened with ointment.
Their webs shall not become garments, neither shall they cover themselves with their works: their works are works of iniquity, and the act of violence is in their hands.
Why do you cry for your affliction? your sorrow is incurable for the multitude of your iniquity: because your sins were increased, I have done these things to you.
For this city has been to me as a provocation of my anger and of my fury from the day that they built it even until this day; that I should remove it from before my face,
While they see vanity for you, while they divine a lie for you, to bring you upon the necks of those who are slain, of the wicked, whose day has come, when their iniquity shall have an end.
Thus says the Lord GOD; Let it suffice for you, O princes of Israel: remove violence and robbery, and execute justice and righteousness, take away your exactions from my people, says the Lord GOD.
Violence is risen up into a rod of wickedness: none of them shall remain, nor of their multitude, nor of any of theirs: neither shall there be wailing for them.