A reading from the book of Isaiah.

Behold, the Lord's hand is not shortened that it cannot save, or his ear dull, that it cannot hear.

But your iniquities have made a separation between you and your God, and your sins have hidden

his face from you, so that he does not hear.

For your hands are defiled with blood, and your fingers with iniquity. Your lips have spoken

lies, your tongue mutters wickedness. No one enters suit justly. No one goes to law honestly. They rely on empty pleas.

They speak lies. They conceive mischief and give birth to iniquity. They hatch adder's eggs.

They weave the spider's web. He who eats their eggs dies, and from one that is crushed, a viper is

hatched. Their webs will not serve as clothing. Men will not cover themselves with what they make.

Their works are works of iniquity, and deeds of violence are in their hands. Their feet run to evil, and they are swift to shed innocent blood.

Their thoughts are thoughts of iniquity.

Desolation and destruction are in their highways.

The way of peace they do not know, and there is no justice in their paths.

They have made their roads crooked.

No one who treads on them knows peace.

Therefore justice is far from us, and righteousness does not overtake us.

We hope for light, and and behold darkness and for brightness,

but we walk in gloom. We grope for the wall like the blind. We grope like those who have

no eyes. We stumble at noon as in the twilight. Among those in full vigor, we are like dead men.

We all growl like bears, we moan and moan like doves.

We hope for justice, but there is none.

For salvation, but it is far from us.

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