Yet let no one find fault, and let none offer reproof;
For your people are like those who contend with the priest.

For I will be like a lion to Ephraim
And like a young lion to the house of Judah.
I, even I, will tear to pieces and go away,
I will carry away, and there will be none to deliver.

All of them are hot like an oven,
And they consume their rulers;
All their kings have fallen.
None of them calls on Me.

So My people are bent on turning from Me.
Though they call them to the One on high,
None at all exalts Him.