How she has become a prostitute,
the faithful city, so upright!
Justice used to lodge within her,
but now, murderers.
Your silver is turned to dross,
your wine is mixed with water.
Your princes are rebels
and comrades of thieves;
Each one of them loves a bribe
and looks for gifts.
The fatherless they do not defend,
the widow’s plea does not reach them.
Now,...
Isaiah 1:21–27