Yahweh's voice calls to the city, And wisdom sees your name: "Listen to the rod, And he who appointed it.
Are there yet treasures of wickedness in the house of the wicked, And a short ephah that is accursed?
Shall I be pure with dishonest scales, And with a bag of deceitful weights?
Her rich men are full of violence, Her inhabitants speak lies, And their tongue is deceitful in their speech.
Therefore I also have struck you with a grievous wound. I have made you desolate because of your sins.
You shall eat, but not be satisfied. Your humiliation will be in your midst. You will store up, but not save; And that which you save I will give up to the sword.
You will sow, but won't reap. You will tread the olives, but won't anoint yourself with oil; And crush grapes, but won't drink the wine.
For the statutes of Omri are kept, And all the works of the house of Ahab. You walk in their counsels, That I may make you a ruin, And her inhabitants a hissing; And you will bear the reproach of my people."