Isaiah 1:2 - 1:9

Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth;

For Yahweh speaks,

“Sons I have reared and raised up,

But they have transgressed against Me.

An ox knows its owner,

And a donkey its master’s manger,

But Israel does not know;

My people do not perceive.”

Alas, sinful nation,

People heavy with iniquity,

Seed of evildoers,

Sons who act corruptly!

They have forsaken Yahweh;

They have spurned the Holy One of Israel;

They have become estranged from Him.

Where will you be stricken again,

As you continue in your rebellion?

The whole head is sick,

And the whole heart is faint.

From the sole of the foot even to the head

There is nothing sound in it,

Only bruises, wounds, and raw wounds,

Not pressed out, not bandaged,

Not softened with oil.

Your land is desolate;

Your cities are burned with fire;

Your fields—strangers are devouring them in your presence;

It is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.

The daughter of Zion is left like a shelter in a vineyard,

Like a watchman’s hut in a cucumber field, like a besieged city.

Unless Yahweh of hosts

Had left us a few survivors,

We would be like Sodom,

We would be like Gomorrah.