3 The ox knows his owner, and the ass his master’s crib; but Israel does not know, my people do not have understanding.
4 O sinful nation, people laden with iniquity, generation of evildoers, corrupt sons! They have forsaken the Lord; they have provoked the Holy One of Israel unto anger; they have turned back.
5 Why should I chastise you any more? Ye will revolt more and more; every head is sick, and every heart faint.
6 From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in him; but wounds, and bruises, and putrefying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.
7 Your country is desolate; your cities are burned with fire: your land, strangers devour it in your presence, and it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.
8 And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city.
9 Except the Lord of the hosts had left unto us a very small remnant, we should have been as Sodom, and we should have been like unto Gomorrah.