How the faithful city has become a harlot, She who was full of justice! Righteousness once lodged in her, But now murderers.
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Your silver has become dross, Your drink diluted with water.
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Your rulers are rebels And companions of thieves; Everyone loves a bribe And chases after rewards. They do noth Or vindicatedefend thei Or fatherlessorphan, Nor does the widow’s plea come before them.