YLT(i)
21 How hath a faithful city become a harlot? I have filled it with judgment, Righteousness lodgeth in it—now murderers.
22 Thy silver hath become dross, Thy drink polluted with water.
23 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.
24 Therefore—the affirmation of the Lord—Jehovah of Hosts, the Mighty One of Israel: Ah, I am eased of Mine adversaries, And I am avenged of Mine enemies,