Thy silver is become dross, thy wine mixed with water:
Thou puttest away all the wicked of the earth like dross: therefore I love thy testimonies.
How is the faithful city become an harlot it was full of judgment; righteousness lodged in it; but now murderers.
Thy princes are rebellious, and companions of thieves: every one loveth gifts, and followeth after rewards: they judge not the fatherless, neither doth the cause of the widow come unto them.
Their drink is sour: they have committed whoredom continually: her rulers with shame do love, Give ye.
O Ephraim, what shall I do unto thee? O Judah, what shall I do unto thee? for your goodness is as a morning cloud, and as the early dew it goeth away.
For we are not as many, which corrupt the word of Elohim: but as of sincerity, but as of Yahweh, in the sight of Elohim speak we in the Messiah.
