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Hear O heavens, And give ear, O earth, for Yahweh, hath spoken: - Sons, have I brought up, and advanced, And, they, have rebelled against me.

An ox knoweth, his owner, And an ass his masters crib, - Israel, doth not know, My people doth not consider.

Alas! a nation - committing sin, a people - burdened with iniquity, a seed - practising wickedness, sons - acting corruptly. They have forsaken Yahweh despised the Holy One of Israel, - Are estranged and gone back.

Why should ye be smitten any more? Ye would again turn aside! The whole head is sick, And the whole heart faint:

From the sole of the foot even unto the head, there is in it no soundness, Bruise and stripe and newly-made wound, - They have not been pressed out, nor bound up, nor soothed with oil.

Your country - is a desolation, Your cities - are consumed with fire, - Your soil - right before your eyes, foreigners are devouring it, And it is a desolation a very overthrow by foreigners;

And left is the Daughter of Zion, Like a hut in a vineyard, - Like a lodge in a gourd-plot Like a city besieged.

If, Yahweh of hosts, had not left us a very small remnant, Like Sodom, had we become, Gomorrah, had we resembled.