How can it be said, house of Jacob, “Is the Lord short of patience; are these the Lord’s deeds?” Do not my words promise good to the one who walks in justice?
Why was no one there when I came? Why did no one answer when I called? Is my hand too short to ransom? Have I not the strength to deliver? See, with my rebuke I dry up the sea, I turn rivers into wilderness; Their fish rot for lack of water, and die of thirst.
Cry out full-throated and unsparingly, lift up your voice like a trumpet blast; Proclaim to my people their transgression, to the house of Jacob their sins.
Ephraim! What more have I to do with idols? I have humbled him, but I will take note of him. I am like a verdant cypress tree. From me fruit will be found for you!
The Lord answered Moses: Is this beyond the Lord’s reach? You shall see now whether or not what I have said to you takes place. The Spirit on the Elders.
Did the good, then, become death for me? Of course not! Sin, in order that it might be shown to be sin, worked death in me through the good, so that sin might become sinful beyond measure through the commandment.