1 The sin of Judah is writtenwith an iron stylus,Engraved with a diamond pointupon the tablets of their hearts,And the horns of their altars,
2 when their children remember their altars and their asherahs, beside the green trees, on the high hills,
3 the peaks in the country.Your wealth and all your treasuresI give as plunder,As payment for all your sinsthroughout your territory,
4 You will relinquish your hold on your heritagewhich I have given you.I will enslave you to your enemiesin a land you do not know:For a fire has broken out from my anger,burning forever.
5 Thus says the Lord:Cursed is the man who trusts in human beings,who makes flesh his strength,whose heart turns away from the Lord.
6 He is like a barren bush in the wastelandthat enjoys no change of season,But stands in lava beds in the wilderness,a land, salty and uninhabited.