1 Oh that my head were waters,and my eyes a spring of tears,that I might weep day and nightfor the slain of the daughter of my people!
2 Oh that I had in the wildernessa lodging place of wayfaring men;that I might leave my people,and go from them!For they are all adulterers,an assembly of treacherous men.
3 “They bend their tongue,as their bow, for falsehood.They have grown strong in the land,but not for truth;for they proceed from evil to evil,and they don’t know me,” says the Lord.
4 “Everyone beware of his neighbour,and don’t trust in any brother;for every brother will utterly supplant,and every neighbour will go around with slanders.