Isaiah 1:3–11

³The ox knows its owner

and the donkey its master’s crib,

but Israel does not know;

my people do not understand.^*

⁴Woe, sinful nation,

people laden with iniquity,

offspring who do evil,

children who act corruptly,

who have forsaken the Lord,

who have despised the Holy One of Israel,

[[who are utterly estranged!]]^a*

⁵Why do you seek further beatings?

Why do you continue to rebel?

The whole head is injured,

and the whole heart faint.^*

⁶From the sole of the foot to the head,

there is no soundness in it,

only bruises and sores

and bleeding wounds;

they have not been drained or bound up

or softened with oil.^*

⁷Your country lies desolate;

your cities are burned with fire;

in your very presence

aliens devour your land;

it is desolate, as overthrown by foreigners.^*

⁸And daughter Zion is left

like a booth in a vineyard,

like a shelter in a cucumber field,

like a besieged city.

⁹If the Lord of hosts

had not left us a few survivors,

we would have been like Sodom

and become like Gomorrah.^*

¹⁰Hear the word of the Lord,

you rulers of Sodom!

Listen to the teaching of our God,

you people of Gomorrah!^*

¹¹What to me is the multitude of your sacrifices?

says the Lord;

I have had enough of burnt offerings of rams

and the fat of fed beasts;

I do not delight in the blood of bulls

or of lambs or of goats.^*