^{21 Ref} How hath a faithful city become a harlot? I have filled it `with' judgment, Righteousness lodgeth in it -- now murderers.

^{22 Ref} Thy silver hath become dross, Thy drink polluted with water.

^{23 Ref} Thy princes `are' apostates, and companions of thieves, Every one loving a bribe, and pursuing rewards, The fatherless they judge not, And the plea of the widow cometh not to them.