Thy silver hath become dross, Thy drink polluted with water.
Dross! Thou hast caused to cease All the wicked of the earth; Therefore I have loved Thy testimonies.
How hath a faithful city become a harlot? I have filled it `with' judgment, Righteousness lodgeth in it -- now murderers.
Thy princes `are' apostates, and companions of thieves, Every one loving a bribe, and pursuing rewards, The fatherless they judge not, And the plea of the widow cometh not to them.
Sour `is' their drink, They have gone diligently a-whoring, Her protectors have loved shame thoroughly.
What do I do to thee, O Ephraim? What do I do to thee, O Judah? Your goodness `is' as a cloud of the morning, And as dew rising early -- going.
for we are not as the many, adulterating the word of God, but as of sincerity -- but as of God; in the presence of God, in Christ we do speak.