21 How is she become a harlot, the faithful town! she, that was full of justice; righteousness lodged therein; but now murderers.

22 Thy silver is become dross, thy wine is drugged with water;

23 Thy princes are rebels, and companions of thieves; every one loveth brides, and runneth after rewards; to the fatherless they will not do justice, and the cause of the widow doth not come unto them.