Isaiah 1:3-11

³The ox knoweth his owner, And the ass his master's crib; But Israel doth not know; My people do not consider.”

⁴Ah, sinful nation! a people laden with iniquity! A race of evil-doers! degenerate children! They have forsaken Jehovah; they have despised the Holy One of Israel; They have gone backward.

⁵Where can ye be smitten again, Since ye renew your rebellion? 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; It is all bruises, and stripes, and flesh wounds, Neither pressed, nor bound up, nor softened with ointment.

⁷Your country is desolate; Your cities are burnt with fire; Your ground, strangers devour it before your eyes; It is become desolate, destroyed by an enemy.

⁸And the daughter of Zion is left as a shed in a vineyard, As a hut in a garden of cucumbers, As a besieged city.

⁹Had not Jehovah of hosts left us a small remnant, We had soon become as Sodom; We had been like to Gomorrah.

¹⁰Hear ye the word of Jehovah, ye princes of Sodom! Give ear to the instruction of our God, ye people of Gomorrah!

¹¹What to me is the multitude of your sacrifices? saith Jehovah; I am satiated with burnt-offerings of rams, and the fat of fed beasts; In the blood of bullocks and of lambs and of goats I have no delight.