"Don't preach," say the preachers. "Don't preach such stuff. Nothing bad will happen to us.
Talk like this to the family of Jacob? Does God lose his temper? Is this the way he acts? Isn't he on the side of good people? Doesn't he help those who help themselves?"
"What do you mean, 'good people'! You're the enemy of my people! You rob unsuspecting people out for an evening stroll. You take their coats off their backs like soldiers who plunder the defenseless.
You drive the women of my people out of their ample homes. You make victims of the children and leave them vulnerable to violence and vice.
Get out of here, the lot of you. You can't take it easy here! You've polluted this place, and now you're polluted - ruined!
If someone showed up with a good smile and glib tongue and told lies from morning to night - 'I'll preach sermons that will tell you how you can get anything you want from God: More money, the best wines . . . you name it' - you'd hire him on the spot as your preacher!