⁷ I brought you into a fertile land
    to eat its fruit and rich produce.^(A)
But you came and defiled my land
    and made my inheritance detestable.^(B)

²⁷ They say to wood,^(A) ‘You are my father,’
    and to stone,^(B) ‘You gave me birth.’
They have turned their backs^(C) to me
    and not their faces;^(D)
yet when they are in trouble,^(E) they say,
    ‘Come and save^(F) us!’