And there is a word of Jehovah unto me, saying,
Mischiefs `are' in its midst. Fraud and deceit depart not from its street.
Righteousness exalteth a nation, And the goodliness of peoples `is' a sin-offering.
How hath a faithful city become a harlot? I have filled it `with' judgment, Righteousness lodgeth in it -- now murderers.
What! -- thou criest concerning thy breach! Incurable `is' thy pain, Because of the abundance of thy iniquity, Mighty have been thy sins! I have done these to thee.
To the fire thou art for fuel, Thy blood is in the midst of the land, Thou art not remembered, For I, Jehovah, have spoken!'
`And thou, son of man, dost thou judge? dost thou judge the city of blood? then thou hast caused it to know all its abominations,
And there is a word of Jehovah unto me, saying: