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The Wickedness of Judah

Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth.
    For the Lord has spoken:
I have nourished and brought up children,
    and they have rebelled against Me;
the ox knows his owner,
    and the donkey his master’s crib,
but Israel does not know;
    My people do not consider.

Alas, sinful nation,
    a people laden with iniquity,
a brood of evildoers,
    children who deal corruptly!
They have forsaken the Lord,
    they have provoked the Holy One of Israel to anger,
    they are estranged and backward.

Why should you be beaten again,
    that you revolt more and more?
The whole head is sick,
    and the whole heart faint.
From the sole of the foot even to the head
    there is no soundness in it.
Wounds, bruises,
    and open sores;
they have not been closed,
    nor bandaged, nor soothed with oil.

Your country is desolate,
    your cities are burned with fire;
strangers devour your land
    in your presence;
    and it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.
The daughter of Zion is left
    like a shelter in a vineyard,
like a hut in a field of melons,
    like a besieged city.
Unless the Lord of Hosts
    had left to us a very small remnant,
we would have been as Sodom;
    we would have been like Gomorrah.

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Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth! For the Lord hath spoken: “I have nourished and brought up children, and they have rebelled against Me.

The ox knoweth his owner and the ass his master’s crib; but Israel doth not know, My people doth not consider.”

Ah, sinful nation, a people laden with iniquity, a seed of evildoers, children that are corrupters! They have forsaken the Lord, they have provoked the Holy One of Israel unto anger, they have gone away backward.

Why should ye be stricken anymore? Ye will revolt more and more. The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.

From the sole of the foot even unto the head, there is no soundness in it, but wounds and bruises and putrefying sores; they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.

Your country is desolate, your cities are burned with fire; your land, strangers devour it in your presence, and it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.

And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a shed in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city.

Unless the Lord of hosts had left unto us a very small remnant, we should have been as Sodom, and we should have been like unto Gomorrah.

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