3
The ox knows his owner, and the ass his master's crib: but Israel does not know me, and the people has not regarded me.
4
Ah sinful nation, a people full of sins, an evil seed, lawless children: ye have forsaken the Lord, and provoked the Holy One of Israel.
5
Why should ye be smitten more, transgressing more and more? the whole head is pained, and the whole heart sad.
6
From the feet to the head, there is no soundness in them; neither wound, nor bruise, nor festering ulcer : it is not possible to apply a plaister, nor oil, nor bandages.
7
Your land is desolate, your cities burned with fire: your land, strangers devour it in your presence, and it is made desolate, overthrown by strange nations.
The Brenton translation of the Septuagint is in the public domain.