Now in the street, now in the squares, she lurks at every corner.
Like a robber she lies in wait and multiplies the faithless among men.
She sits at the door of her house, on a seat in the heights of the city,
All the nations have drunk the wine of the passion of her immorality. The kings of the earth were immoral with her, and
But when you built your mounds at the head of every street and made your lofty shrines in every public square, you were
How skillfully you pursue love! Even the most immoral of women could learn from your ways.
“For long ago you broke your yoke and tore off your chains, saying, ‘I will not serve!’ Indeed, on every high hill and u
“Lift up your eyes to the barren heights and see. Is there any place where you have not been violated? You sat beside th
How impulsive you are, constantly changing your ways! You will be disappointed by Egypt just as you were by Assyria.
you built yourself a mound and made yourself a lofty shrine in every public square.
The light of a lamp will never shine in you again, and the voices of a bride and bridegroom will never call out in you a