Turn ye unto him from whom ye have deeply revolted, O children of Israel.
And the inhabitant shall not say, I am sick: the people that dwell therein shall be forgiven their iniquity.
In vain have I smitten your children; they received no correction: your own sword hath devoured your prophets, like a destroying lion.
My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I cannot hold my peace; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
O Jehovah, do not thine eyes look upon truth? thou hast stricken them, but they were not grieved; thou hast consumed them, but they have refused to receive correction: they have made their faces harder than a rock; they have refused to return.