Thy silver is become dross Thou art wofully degenerated from thy former purity. Thy wine mixed with water If there be any remains of religion and virtue in thee, they are mixed with many and great corruptions. Thy princes are rebellious Against me, their sovereign Lord; and companions of thieves Partly by giving them connivance and countenance, and partly by practising the same violence, and cruelty, and injustice that thieves used to do. Every one loveth gifts That is, bribes given to pervert justice.

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