Your silver is turned to dross, your wine is mixed with water.
Like dross you regard all the wicked on earth; therefore I love your testimonies.
How she has become a prostitute, the faithful city, so upright! Justice used to lodge within her, but now, murderers.
Your princes are rebels and comrades of thieves; Each one of them loves a bribe and looks for gifts. The fatherless they do not defend, the widow’s plea does not reach them.
When their drinking is over, they give themselves to prostitution; they love shame more than their honor.
What can I do with you, Ephraim? What can I do with you, Judah? Your loyalty is like morning mist, like the dew that disappears early.
For we are not like the many who trade on the word of God; but as out of sincerity, indeed as from God and in the presence of God, we speak in Christ.