You have declared, “We have made a covenant with death, with Sheol we have made a pact; When the raging flood passes through, it will not reach us; For we have made lies our refuge, and in falsehood we have found a hiding place,”—
It is he who casts the lot for them; his hand measures off their portions; They shall possess it forever, and dwell in it from generation to generation.
Your crimes and the crimes of your ancestors as well, says the Lord. Since they burned incense on the mountains, and insulted me on the hills, I will at once pour out in full measure their recompense into their laps.
Yet my people have forgotten me: they offer incense in vain. They stumble off their paths, the ways of old, Traveling on bypaths, not the beaten track.
Two evils my people have done: they have forsaken me, the source of living waters; They have dug themselves cisterns, broken cisterns that cannot hold water.
A cry is heard on the heights! the plaintive weeping of Israel’s children, Because they have perverted their way, they have forgotten the Lord, their God.
Its leaders render judgment for a bribe, the priests teach for pay, the prophets divine for money, While they rely on the Lord, saying, “Is not the Lord in the midst of us? No evil can come upon us!”