Surely in the path of thy regulations, O Yahweh, we waited for thee, - Unto thy Name and unto thy Memorial, was there a longing of soul:

The dead, come not to life again, The shades, do not arise, - Therefore, thou hast visited and destroyed them, And caused to perish every memorial of them.

He that slaughtereth an ox, is as one who smiteth a man, He that sacrificeth a lamb, is as one who beheadeth a dog, he that causeth a meal-offering to ascend, offereth it with the blood of swine, He that maketh a memorial of frankincense, is as one who blesseth iniquity: They indeed, have chosen their own ways, And in their own abominations, their soul hath found delight;