And now will I discover her impiety in the sight of her lovers, and none shall deliver her out of my hand.

In the day of our king, the princes made themselves sick with the heat of wine: he stretched out his hand to scorners.

Be ye sure, O Israel: the time of visitation is come, the days of recompensing are at hand. As for the prophet, ye hold him for a fool; and him that is rich in the spirit, for a mad man: so great is your wickedness and malice.

How can I give you up, Ephraim? [How] can I hand you over, Israel? How can I make you like Admah? [How] can I treat you like Zeboiim? My heart is disturbed within me; {all} my compassions are aroused.

He is a merchant, balances of deceit are in his hand; he loveth to oppress.

And I have spoken unto the prophets, And I have multiplied vision, And by the hand of the prophets I use similes.

From the hand of Sheol I do ransom them, From death I redeem them, Where is thy plague, O death? Where thy destruction, O Sheol? Repentance is hid from Mine eyes.