1 Israel is a luxuriant vine, which putteth forth his fruit: according to the multitude of his fruit he hath multiplied his altars; according to the goodness of his land they have made goodly pillars.
2 Their heart is divided; now shall they be found guilty: he shall smite their altars, he shall spoil their pillars.
3 Surely now shall they say, We have no king: for we fear not the LORD; and the king, what can he do for us?
4 They speak vain words, swearing falsely in making covenants: therefore judgment springeth up as hemlock in the furrows of the field.