20 “‘For long ago I broke your yoke to pieces;+ I tore your bands apart. But you said: “I am not going to serve,” for upon every high hill and under every luxuriant tree+ you were lying sprawled out,+ prostituting yourself.+

2 “Raise your eyes to the beaten paths and see.+ Where is it that you have not been raped?*+ Alongside the ways you have sat for them, like an Arabian in the wilderness;+ and you keep polluting the land with your acts of prostitution and with your badness.+

15 “‘But you began to trust in your prettiness+ and become a prostitute on account of your name+ and to pour out your acts of prostitution on every passerby;+ his it came to be.