The Lord God hath sworn by his own soul, saith the Lord the God of hosts: I detest the pride of Jacob, and I hate his houses, and I will deliver up the city with the inhabitants thereof. 9And if there remain ten men in one house, they also shall die. 10And a man's kinsman shall take him up, and shall burn him, that he may carry the bones out of the house; and he shall say to him that is in the inner rooms of the house: Is there yet any with thee? 11And he shall answer: There is an end. And he shall say to him: Hold thy peace, and mention not the name of the Lord. 12For behold the Lord hath commanded, and he will strike the greater house with breaches, and the lesser house with clefts. 13Can horses run upon the rocks, or can any one plough with buffles? for you have turned judgment into bitterness, and the fruit of justice into wormwood. 14You that rejoice in a thing of nought: you that say: Have we not taken unto us horns by our own strength?