Isaiah 1:3-7

³The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master's crib: Israel doth not know, my people doth not consider.

⁴Woe! sinful nation, people laden with iniquity, seed of evil-doers, children that are corrupt: they have forsaken the Lord, they have incensed the Holy One of Israel, they are departed backward.

⁵Why will ye be stricken yet more? that ye increase the revolt? every head is sick, and every heart is faint.

⁶From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrefying sores: they have not been closed, nor bound up, nor mollified with oil.

⁷Your country is desolate, your cities are burnt with fire; your soil—in your presence, strangers devour it, and it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.