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,