Samaria’s wound cannot be healed. Her disease has spread to Judah. It has reached the city gate of my people; it has spread all the way to Jerusalem.

But you attack my people like enemies. You steal the clothes off the backs of people walking by. They think they are safe, but you are there to treat them like prisoners of war.

You have taken nice houses away from the women of my people. You have taken my wealth away from their small children forever.

You are destroying my people. You take their skin off them and break their bones. You chop their bones up like meat to put in the pot!

He says, “My people, tell me what I did! Did I do something wrong against you? Did I make life too hard for you?

My people, remember the evil plans of Balak king of Moab. Remember what Balaam son of Beor said to Balak. Remember what happened from Acacia to Gilgal, and you will know the Lord is right!”