'Hear a word of Jehovah, sons of Israel, For a strife is
to Jehovah with inhabitants of the land, For there is no truth, nor kindness,
Nor knowledge of God, in the land,
Swearing, and lying, and murdering, And stealing, and
committing adultery -- have increased, And blood against blood hath touched.
Therefore mourn doth the land, And weak is every dweller in
it, With the beast of the field, And with the fowl of the heavens, And the
fishes of the sea -- they are removed.
Only, let no one strive, nor reprove a man, And thy people are
as those striving with a priest.
And thou hast stumbled in the day, And stumbled hath also a
prophet with thee in the night, And I have cut off thy mother.
Cut off have been My people for lack of knowledge, Because
thou knowledge hast rejected, I reject thee from being priest to Me, And thou
forgettest the law of thy God, I forget thy sons, I also!
According to their abundance so they sinned against Me,
Their honour into shame I change.
The sin of My people they do eat, And unto their iniquity
lift up their soul.
And it hath been, like people, like priest, And I have
charged on it its ways, And its habitual doings I return to it.
And they have eaten, and are not satisfied, They have gone
a-whoring, and increase not, For they have left off taking heed to Jehovah.
Whoredom, and wine, and new wine, take the heart,
My people at its staff asketh and its rod declareth to it,
For a spirit of whoredoms hath caused to err, And they go a-whoring from under
On tops of the mountains they do sacrifice, And on the hills
they make perfume, Under oak, and poplar, and terebinth, For good is its
Therefore commit whoredom do your daughters, And your
spouses commit adultery, I do not see after your daughters when they commit
whoredom, And after your spouses when they commit adultery, For they with the
harlots are separated, And with the whores they do sacrifice, A people that
doth not understand kicketh.
Though a harlot thou art, O Israel, Let not Judah
become guilty, And come not ye in to Gilgal, nor go up to Beth-Aven, Nor swear
ye, Jehovah liveth.
For as a refractory heifer hath Israel turned aside, Now
doth Jehovah feed them as a lamb in a large place.
Joined to idols is Ephraim, let him alone.
Sour is their drink, They have gone diligently
a-whoring, Her protectors have loved shame thoroughly.
Distressed her hath wind with its wings, And they are
ashamed of their sacrifices!