Except our Creator Yahuweh of hosts had left us a very small remnant of survivors, we should have been like Sodom, and we should have been like Gomorrah.
Hear O Yerushalayim the word of our Creator Yahuweh, you rulers or judges of another Sodom; give ear to the Torah of our Elohim, you people of another Gomorrah!
To what purpose is the multitude of your sacrifices to Me unless they are the offering of the heart? says our Creator Yahuweh. I have had enough of the burnt offerings of rams and the fat of fed beasts without obedience; and I do not delight in the blood of bulls or of lambs or of he-goats without righteousness.
When you come to appear before Me, who requires of you that your unrighteous feet trample My courts? Bring no more offerings of vanity (emptiness, falsity, vainglory, and futility); your hollow offering of incense is an abomination to Me; the New Moons and Sabbaths, the calling of assemblies, I cannot endure—it is iniquity and profanation, even the solemn meeting.
Your New Moon festivals and your hypocritical appointed feasts My soul hates. They are an oppressive burden to Me; I am weary of bearing them. And when you spread forth your hands in prayer, imploring help, I will hide My eyes from you; even though you make many prayers, I will not hear. Your hands are full of blood!
Wash yourselves, make yourselves clean; put away the evil of your doings from before My eyes! Cease to do evil, learn to do right! Seek justice, relieve the oppressed, and correct the oppressor. Defend the fatherless, plead for the widow.
Come now, and let us reason together, says our Creator Yahuweh. Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall be like wool. If you are willing and obedient, you shall eat the good of the land; But if you refuse and rebel, you will be devoured by the sword. For the mouth of our Creator Yahuweh has spoken it.
How the faithful city has become an idolatrous harlot, she who was full of justice! Uprightness and right standing with Elohim once lodged in her—but now murderers.
Your silver has become dross, your wine is mixed with water. Your princes are rebels and companions of thieves; everyone loves bribes and runs after compensation and rewards. They judge not for the fatherless nor defend them, neither does the cause of the widow come to them for they delay or turn a deaf ear. Therefore says our Creator Yahuweh—our Creator Yahuweh of hosts, the Mighty One of Yisrael, Ah, I will appease Myself on My adversaries and avenge Myself on My enemies.
