Your silver has become dross, your choice wine is diluted with water.
All the wicked of the earth you discard like dross; therefore I love your statutes.
See how the faithful city has become a prostitute! She once was full of justice; righteousness used to dwell in her— but now murderers!
Your rulers are rebels, partners with thieves; they all love bribes and chase after gifts. They do not defend the cause of the fatherless; the widow’s case does not come before them.
Even when their drinks are gone, they continue their prostitution; their rulers dearly love shameful ways.
“What can I do with you, Ephraim? What can I do with you, Judah? Your love is like the morning mist, like the early dew that disappears.
Unlike so many, we do not peddle the word of God for profit. On the contrary, in Christ we speak before God with sincerity, as those sent from God.