They are all grievous revolters, walking with slanders: they are brass and iron; they are all corrupters.

And the revolters are profound to make slaughter, though I have been a rebuker of them all.

All their wickedness is in Gilgal: for there I hated them: for the wickedness of their doings I will drive them out of mine house, I will love them no more: all their princes are revolters.