Yet I planted you as a choice vine, A completely faithful seed. How then have you turned yourself before Me Into the degenerate shoots of a foreign vine?
Although you wash yourself with lye And use much soap, The stain of your guilt is before Me,' declares the Lord GOD.
'How can you say, ‘I am not defiled, I have not gone after the Baals’? Look at your way in the valley! Know what you have done! You are a swift young camel running about senselessly on her ways,
A wild donkey accustomed to the wilderness, That sniffs the wind in her passion. Who can turn her away in
her mating season? None who seek her will grow weary; In her month they will find her.
Keep your feet from being bare, And your throat from thirst; But you said, ‘It is hopeless! No! For I have loved strangers, And I will walk after them.’
'Like the shame of a thief when he is discovered, So the house of Israel is shamed; They, their kings, their leaders, Their priests, and their prophets,
Who say to a tree, ‘You are my father,’ And to a stone, ‘You gave me birth.’ For they have turned their
backs to Me, And not their
faces; But in the time of their trouble they will say, ‘Arise and save us!’
But where are your gods Which you made for yourself? Let them arise, if they can save you In the time of your trouble! For as many as
the number of your cities Are your gods, Judah.
'Why do you contend with Me? You have all revolted against Me,' declares the LORD.
'In vain I have struck your sons; They did not accept discipline. Your sword has devoured your prophets Like a destroying lion.