30In vaine haue I smitten your children, they receiued no correction: your owne sword hath deuoured your prophets, like a destroying lyon. 31¶ O generation, see yee the word of the Lord: haue I beene a wildernesse vnto Israel? a land of darkenesse? wherefore say my people; We are Lords, we will come no more vnto thee? 32Can a maide forget her ornaments, or a bride her attire? yet my people haue forgotten me dayes without number.33Why trimmest thou thy way to seeke loue? therefore hast thou also taught the wicked ones thy wayes. 34Also in thy skirts is found the blood of the soules of the poore innocents: I haue not found it by secret search, but vpon all these.