And, after not many days, the younger son, gathering all together, left home for a country far away, and, there, squandered his substance with riotous living.
And he went on to say, unto his disciples also,—There was, a certain rich man, who had a steward, and, the same, was accused to him as squandering his goods.
O generation see, ye, the word of Yahweh, A desert, became I unto Israel? Or a land of thick darkness? Wherefore, have my people said, We have roved about, We will not come in any more unto thee?
For two wicked things, have my people committed,—Me, have they forsaken a fountain of living water, To hew out for themselves cisterns broken cisterns, that cannot hold water.
Alas! a nation—committing sin, a people—burdened with iniquity, a seed—practising wickedness, sons—acting corruptly. They have forsaken Yahweh despised the Holy One of Israel,—Are estranged and gone back.
Doing wrong themselves, for a reward of wrong, accounting, a delight, their day-time delicacy, spots and blemishes, indulging in delicacies with their stratagems, as they carouse together with you,