¹¹ Then I said, “How long, O Lord?” And he said,
“Until cities lie waste
    without inhabitant,
and houses without people,
    and the land is utterly desolate;^(A)

¹⁷ That is why the Lord did not have pity on^[a] their young people
    or compassion on their orphans and widows,
for everyone was godless and an evildoer,
    and every mouth spoke folly.
For all this his anger has not turned away;
    his hand is stretched out still.^(A)

³ a people who provoke me
    to my face continually,
sacrificing in gardens
    and offering incense on bricks;^(A)

⁵ who say, “Keep to yourself;
    do not come near me, for I am too holy for you.”
These are a smoke in my nostrils,
    a fire that burns all day long.^(A)