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How hath she become unchaste! - The city that was Faithful, - Full of justice, Righteousness lodged in her, But, now, murderers!

Thy silver, hath become dross, - Thy wine, weakened with water;

Thy rulers, are unruly, and companions of thieves, Every one of the people, loveth a bribe, and runneth after rewards, - The fatherless, they do not vindicate, And, the plea of the widow, reacheth them not.

Therefore, Declareth the Lord Yahweh of hosts, The Mighty One of Israel, - Alas! I must appease me on mine adversaries, I must avenge me on mine enemies

That I may turn my hand against thee, And smelt away, as with potash, thy dross, And remove all thine alloy;

That I may restore thy Judges as at the first, and thy Counsellors as at the beginning, - After that, shalt thou he called Righteous citadel, Trusty city, -