Turn ye unto him from whom the children of Israel have deeply revolted.
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 bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
O LORD, are not thine eyes upon the truth? thou hast stricken them, but they have 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.