What use to Me is frankincense from Sheba
or sweet cane from a distant land?
Your burnt offerings are not acceptable;
your sacrifices do not please Me.

As for You, Lord, You know me; You see me.
You test whether my heart is with You.
Drag the wicked away like sheep to slaughter
and set them apart for the day of killing.

Look up and see
those coming from the north.
Where is the flock entrusted to you,
the sheep that were your pride?

“Woe to the shepherds who destroy and scatter the sheep of My pasture!” This is the Lord’s declaration.

My people are lost sheep;
their shepherds have led them astray,
guiding them the wrong way in the mountains.
They have wandered from mountain to hill;
they have forgotten their resting place.