3 An ox hath known its owner, And an ass the crib of its master, Israel hath not known, My people hath not understood.
4 Ah, sinning nation, a people heavy [with] iniquity, A seed of evil doers, sons-- corrupters! They have forsaken Jehovah, They have despised the Holy One of Israel, They have gone away backward.
5 Wherefore are ye stricken any more? Ye do add apostasy! Every head is become diseased, and every heart [is] sick.
6 From the sole of the foot--unto the head, There is no soundness in it, Wound, and bruise, and fresh smiting! They have not been closed nor bound, Nor have they softened with ointment.
7 Your land [is] a desolation, your cities burnt with fire, Your ground, before you strangers are consuming it, And a desolation as overthrown by strangers!
8 And left hath been the daughter of Zion, As a booth in a vineyard, As a lodge in a place of cucumbers--as a city besieged.
9 Unless Jehovah of Hosts had left to us a remnant, Shortly--as Sodom we had been, To Gomorrah we had been like!