Your silver has become dross, your wine mixed with water;
You put away all the wicked of the earth like waste; therefore I love Your testimonies.
How has the faithful city become a harlot? It was full of judgment; righteousness lodged in it, but now murderers.
your rulers are rebellious, and companions of thieves; everyone loves a bribe, and is pursuing rewards; they do not judge the orphan, nor does the cause of the widow come to them.
Their drink is sour; they are continually fornicating; her rulers dearly love shame.
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 as the early dew it goes away.
For we are not as many, hawking the Word of God; but as of sincerity, but as of God, we speak in Christ in the sight of God.