That they may come unto thee as people do come And may sit before thee as my people, And they will hear thy words, But the, words themselves, they not do,— though fond with their mouths, they seem to be, After their unjust gain, their heart is going.
A son, will honour a father, and, a servant, his lord,— If then, a father, I am, where is mine honour? And, if, a lord, I am, where is my reverence? saith Yahweh of hosts— to you, ye priests, who despise my Name, and yet say, Wherein have we despised thy Name?