Behind the door and doorpost you have set up your memorial. Forsaking Me, you uncovered your bed; you climbed up and opened it wide. And you have made a pact with those whose bed you have loved; you have gazed upon their nakedness.
“Son of man, there were two women, daughters of the same mother,
“Son of man,” He told me, “dig through the wall.” So I dug through the wall and discovered a doorway.
You sat on a couch of luxury with a table spread before it, on which you had set My incense and My oil,
At the head of every street you built your lofty shrines and degraded your beauty. With increasing promiscuity, you spre
You adulterous wife! You receive strangers instead of your own husband!