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Oh how the faithful city has become a harlot! She was full of justice; righteousness lodged in it. But now, murderers!

Your silver has become dross; your wine is diluted with water.

Your princes are rebellious and companions of thieves. Everyone loves a bribe, and is pursuing rewards. They do not judge the orphan, nor does the cause of the widow come to them,

and says the Lord, Jehovah of Hosts, the mighty One of Israel, Alas! I will be eased of My foes, and avenge Myself of My enemies.

And I will return My hand on you, and refine your dross, as with lye, and turn aside all your alloy.

And I will return your judges as at the first; and your advisors, as at the beginning; then you shall be called the city of righteousness, a faithful city.