The woman called Folly
Leave the presence of a foolish person,
If the wicked are shown mercy, they do not learn about justice.
No resident of Zion
They do not realize
their troubles multiply, they desire other gods.
Do not let me have evil desires,
We were pregnant, we strained, we gave birth, as it were, to wind.
All who form idols are nothing; the things in which they delight are worthless. Their witnesses cannot see; they recognize nothing, so they are put to shame.