'Is Israel a slave? Or is he a servant born in the home? Why has he become plunder?
The young lions have roared at him, They have roared loudly. And they have made his land a waste; His cities have been destroyed, without inhabitant.
Also the men of Memphis and Tahpanhes Have shaved your head.
Have you not done this to yourself By your abandoning the LORD your God When He led you in the way?
But now what are you doing on the road to Egypt, Except
to drink the waters of the Nile? Or what are you doing on the road to Assyria, Except
to drink the waters of the Euphrates
Your own wickedness will correct you, And your apostasies will punish you; Know therefore and see that it is evil and bitter For you to abandon the LORD your God, And the fear of Me is not in you,' declares the Lord GOD of armies.
'For long ago I broke your yoke And
tore off your restraints; But you said, ‘I will not serve!’ For on every high hill And under every leafy tree You have lain down as a prostitute.
Yet I planted you as a choice vine, A completely faithful seed. How then have you turned yourself before Me Into the degenerate shoots of a foreign vine?
Although you wash yourself with lye And use much soap, The stain of your guilt is before Me,' declares the Lord GOD.
'How can you say, ‘I am not defiled, I have not gone after the Baals’? Look at your way in the valley! Know what you have done! You are a swift young camel running about senselessly on her ways,
A wild donkey accustomed to the wilderness, That sniffs the wind in her passion. Who can turn her away in
her mating season? None who seek her will grow weary; In her month they will find her.
Keep your feet from being bare, And your throat from thirst; But you said, ‘It is hopeless! No! For I have loved strangers, And I will walk after them.’
'Like the shame of a thief when he is discovered, So the house of Israel is shamed; They, their kings, their leaders, Their priests, and their prophets,
Who say to a tree, ‘You are my father,’ And to a stone, ‘You gave me birth.’ For they have turned their
backs to Me, And not their
faces; But in the time of their trouble they will say, ‘Arise and save us!’
But where are your gods Which you made for yourself? Let them arise, if they can save you In the time of your trouble! For as many as
the number of your cities Are your gods, Judah.
'Why do you contend with Me? You have all revolted against Me,' declares the LORD.
'In vain I have struck your sons; They did not accept discipline. Your sword has devoured your prophets Like a destroying lion.
You generation, look to the word of the LORD. Have I been a wilderness to Israel, Or a land of thick darkness? Why do My people say, ‘We are free to
roam; We will no longer come to You’?
Can a virgin forget her jewelry, Or a bride her attire? Yet My people have forgotten Me For days without number.
How well you prepare your way To seek love! Therefore even to the wicked women You have taught your ways.
Also on your skirts is found The lifeblood of the innocent poor; You did not find them breaking in. But in spite of all these things,