Enter ye Beth-El, and transgress, At Gilgal multiply transgression, And bring in every morning your sacrifices, Every third year your tithes.

Turn aside from Me the noise of thy songs, Yea, the praise of thy psaltery I hear not.

Thus hath the Lord Jehovah shewed me, and lo, the Lord Jehovah is calling to contend by fire, and it consumeth the great deep, yea, it hath consumed the portion, and I say:

To purchase with money the poor, And the needy for a pair of sandals, Yea, the refuse of the pure corn we sell.