Next, God calls up the wicked:“What are you up to, quoting my laws,talking like we are good friends?You never answer the door when I call;you treat my words like garbage.If you find a thief, you make him your buddy;adulterers are your friends of choice.Your mouth drools filth;lying is a serious art form with you.You stab your own brother in the back,rip off your little sister.I kept a quiet patience while you did these things;you thought I went along with your game.I’m calling you on the carpet, now,laying your wickedness out in plain sight.