For gone a-whoring hath their mother, Acted shamefully hath their conceiver, For she hath said, I go after my lovers, Those giving my bread and my water, My wool and my flax, my oil and my drink.

Only, let no one strive, nor reprove a man, And thy people are as those striving with a priest.

Princes of Judah have been as those removing a border, On them I do pour out as water My wrath.