Ezekiel 8

1 Res. Thou hast judged, O Lord, the cause of my soul, thou the Redeemer of my life. 2 Res. Thou hast seen, O Lord, their iniquity against me: judge thou my judgment. 3 Res. Thou hast seen all their fury, and all their thoughts against me. 4 Sin. Thou hast heard their reproach, O Lord, all their imaginations against me. 5 Sin. The lips of them that rise up against me: and their devices against me all the day. 6 Sin. Behold their sitting down, and their rising up, I am their song. 7 Thau. Thou shalt render them a recompense, O Lord, according to the works of their hands. 8 Thau. Thou shalt give them a buckler of heart, thy labour. 9 Thau. Thou shalt persecute them in anger, and shalt destroy them from under the heavens, O Lord. 11 Aleph. How is the gold become dim, the finest colour is changed, the stones of the sanctuary are scattered in the top of every street? 12 Beth. The noble sons of Sion, and they that were clothed with the best gold: how are they esteemed as earthen vessels, the work of the potter’s hands? 13 Ghimel. Even the sea monsters have drawn out the breast, they have given suck to their young: the daughter of my people is cruel, like the ostrich in the desert. 14 Daleth. The tongue of the sucking child hath stuck to the roof of his mouth for thirst: the little ones have asked for bread, and there was none to break it unto them. 15 He. They that were fed delicately have died in the streets: they that were brought up in scarlet have embraced the dung. 16 Vau. And the iniquity of the daughter of my people is made greater than the sin of Sodom, which was overthrown in a moment, and hands took nothing in her. 17 Zain. Her Nazarites were whiter than snow, purer than milk, more ruddy than the old ivory, fairer than the sapphire. 18 Heth. Their face is now made blacker than coals, and they are not known in the streets: their skin hath stuck to their bones, it is withered, and is become like wood.