Behold, the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people from a land that is very far off: isn't Yahweh in Zion? Isn't her King in her? Why have they provoked me to anger with their engraved images, and with foreign vanities?

Is there no balm in Gilead? is there no physician there? why then isn't the health of the daughter of my people recovered?

He judged the cause of the poor and needy; then it was well. Wasn't this to know me? says Yahweh.

Isn't my word like fire? says Yahweh; and like a hammer that breaks the rock in pieces?

For wasn't Israel a derision to you? was he found among thieves? for as often as you speak of him, you shake your head.