11 Woe to the wicked! It will go ill with them,with the work of their hands they will be repaid.
12 My people—infants oppress them,women rule over them!My people, your leaders deceive you,they confuse the paths you should follow.
13 The Lord rises to accuse,stands to try his people.
14 The Lord enters into judgmentwith the people’s elders and princes:You, you who have devoured the vineyard;the loot wrested from the poor is in your houses.
15 What do you mean by crushing my people,and grinding down the faces of the poor?says the Lord, the God of hosts.
16 The Lord said:Because the daughters of Zion are haughty,and walk with necks outstretched,Ogling and mincing as they go,their anklets tinkling with every step,
17 The Lord shall cover the scalps of Zion’s daughters with scabs,and the Lord shall lay bare their heads.