Isaiah 1:3–11

³The ox knows its owner,

and the ass its master’s crib;

but Israel does not know,

my people does not understand.”

⁴Ah, sinful nation,

a people laden with iniquity,

offspring of evildoers,

sons who deal corruptly!

They have forsaken the Lord,

they have despised the Holy One of Israel,

they are utterly estranged.

⁵Why will you still be smitten,

that you continue to rebel?

The whole head is sick,

and the whole heart faint.

⁶From the sole of the foot even to the head,

there is no soundness in it,

but bruises and sores

and bleeding wounds;

they are not pressed out, 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 aliens.

⁸And the daughter of Zion is left

like a booth in a vineyard,

like a lodge in a cucumber field,

like a besieged city.

⁹If the Lord of hosts

had not left us a few survivors,

we should have been like Sodom,

and become like Gomorrah.

¹⁰Hear the word of the Lord,

you rulers of Sodom!

Give ear to the teaching of our God,

you people of Gomorrah!

¹¹“What 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 he-goats.