For the religion ¹  of these people is worthless. They cut down a tree in the forest, and a craftsman makes it into an idol with his tools. ² 

So I went to Perath and dug up ¹  the shorts from the place where I had buried them. I found ²  that they were ruined; they were good for nothing.

Therefore this is what the sovereign Lord says: ‘Because all of you ¹  have become slag, look out! – I am about to gather you in the middle of Jerusalem. ² 

Is there idolatry ¹  in Gilead? ²  Certainly its inhabitants ³  will come to nothing! ⁴  Do they sacrifice bulls in Gilgal? Surely their altars will be like stones heaped up on a plowed field!

“For ¹  no good tree bears bad ²  fruit, nor again ³  does a bad tree bear good fruit,

They were having a good time, ¹  when suddenly ²  some men of the city, some good-for-nothings, ³  surrounded the house and kept beating ⁴  on the door. They said to the old man who owned the house, “Send out the man who came to visit you so we can have sex with him.” ⁵ 

Of coral and jasper no mention will be made; the price ¹  of wisdom is more than pearls. ² 

So Job opens his mouth to no purpose; ¹  without knowledge he multiplies words.”

I am forgotten, like a dead man no one thinks about; ¹  I am regarded as worthless, like a broken jar. ² 

It is dangerous ¹  to have zeal ²  without knowledge, and the one who acts hastily ³  makes poor choices. ⁴ 

The one who keeps the law ¹  is a discerning child, ²  but a companion of gluttons brings shame ³  to his parents. ⁴ 

Just as there is futility in many dreams, so also in many words. ¹  Therefore, fear God!

When you enter my presence, do you actually think I want this – animals trampling on my courtyards? ¹ 

Your ¹  silver has become scum, ²  your beer is diluted with water. ³ 

Their land is full of worthless idols; they worship ¹  the product of their own hands, what their own fingers have fashioned.

I also gave ¹  them decrees ²  which were not good and regulations by which they could not live.

The desolate land will be plowed, instead of being desolate in the sight of everyone who passes by.

Ephraim has mixed itself like flour ¹  among the nations; Ephraim is like a ruined cake of bread that is scorched on one side. ² 

A good tree is not able to bear bad fruit, nor a bad tree to bear good fruit.

So the Pharisees ¹  objected, ²  “You testify about yourself; your testimony is not true!” ³