3 An ox knoweth, his owner, And an ass his masters crib, Israel, doth not know, My people doth not consider.

4 Alas! a nation committing sin, a people burdened with iniquity, a seed practising wickedness, sons acting corruptly. They have forsaken Yahweh despised the Holy One of Israel, Are estranged and gone back.

5 Why should ye be smitten any more? Ye would again turn aside! The whole head is sick, And the whole heart faint: