All their wickedness, is in Gilgal, yea, there, have I come to hate them, For the wickedness of their doings—out of my house, will I drive them forth,—no more will I love them, all their rulers, are unruly.
Alas! for them who would fain have been too deep for Yahweh by giving secret counsel,—and therefore in the dark, have been their doings, and they have said Who can see us? and—Who can understand us?
And, like liers in wait for a man, in troops, is a band of priests, on the road, will they murder towards Shechem,—because, a shameful deed, they have done.
Then said they,—Come ye and let us devise against Jeremiah devices, For the law shall not perish from the priest, Nor, counsel, from the wise, Nor, the word from the prophet: Come and let as smite him with the tongue, And let us not give ear to any of his words!
O Yahweh! thine own eyes, are they not directed to fidelity? Thou hast smitten them Yet have they not grieved, Thou hast consumed them—They have refused to receive correction,—They have made their faces bolder than a cliff, They have refused to return.