ACV(i)
21 She cries in the chief place of concourse, at the entrance of the gates, in the city. She utters her words:
22 How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? And scoffers delight them in scoffing, and fools hate knowledge?
23 Turn back at my reproof. Behold, I will pour out my spirit upon you. I will make my words known to you.