Based in Sydney, Australia, Foundry is a blog by Rebecca Thao. Her posts explore modern architecture through photos and quotes by influential architects, engineers, and artists.

Hosea 7:4

12/22/10

Dear Jehovah God,

       They are all adulterers like an oven heated by the baker, who ceases to stir up the fire from the kneading of the dough until it is leavened.

       O that You had in the desert a wayfarers’ lodging place; that You might leave Your people and go from them!  For all of them are adulterers, an assembly of treacherous men.

       And I say, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove!  I would fly away and be at rest.  Behold, I would wander far away, I would lodge in the wilderness.

       Woe is me, for I sojourn in Meshech, for I dwell among the tents of Kedar!  Too long has my soul had its dwelling with those who hate peace.

       Why should You pardon me?  My sons have forsaken You and sworn by those who are not gods.  When You had fed us to the full, we committed adultery and trooped to the harlot’s house.  We are well-fed lusty horses, each one neighing after his neighbor’s wife.

       For the land is full of adulterers; for the land mourns because of the curse.  The pastures of the wilderness have dried up.  Their course also is evil, and their might is not right.

       There is swearing, deception, murder, stealing, and adultery.  They employ violence, so that bloodshed follows bloodshed.

       For the house of Israel and the house of Judah have dealt very treacherously with You.

       Righteous are You, O Jehovah, that You would plead my case with You; indeed You would discuss matters of justice with You:  Why has the way of the wicked prospered?  Why are all those who deal in treachery at ease?

       For even my brothers and the household of my father, even they have dealt treacherously with me, even they have cried aloud after me.  Do not believe them, although they may say nice things to me.

       O Jehovah my God, I am wretched!  I do not love them nor do I want to be around them.  I really do not want to have anything to do with them.  Like an oven left unattended I have grown cold.  And I don’t even care.  I am sorry.  I want love, how do I make myself love?  I am sorry for not having love, for not saying thank-You or showing gratitude.  I am sorry for not appreciating what I have.  I am sorry for sinning against You.  Amen, Amen, and Amen.

Hosea 7:5

Hosea 7:3

0