The word of the Lord came to me:
ruin is in its midst; oppression and fraud do not depart from its marketplace.
Righteousness exalts a nation, but sin is a reproach to any people.
How the faithful city has become a prostitute! She that was full of justice, righteousness lodged in her— but now murderers!
Why do you cry out over your hurt? Your pain is incurable. Because your guilt is great, because your sins are so numerous, I have done these things to you.
You shall be fuel for the fire, your blood shall enter the earth; you shall be remembered no more, for I the Lord have spoken.
You, mortal, will you judge, will you judge the bloody city? Then declare to it all its abominable deeds.