<p class="poetry">You take olive oil as tribute<n id="1" /> to your king,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">along with many perfumes.<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">You send your messengers to a distant place;p> <p class="poetry">you go all the way to Sheol.<n id="4" />p>

You engaged in prostitution with the Egyptians, your sexually aroused neighbors,<n id="1" /> multiplying your promiscuity and provoking me to anger.

Then you multiplied your promiscuity to the land of merchants, Babylonia,<n id="1" /> but you were not satisfied there either.p>

<p class="poetry">You can try to wash away your guilt with a strong detergent.p> <p class="poetry">You can use as much soap as you want.p> <p class="poetry">But the stain of your guilt is still there for me to see,&#8221;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">says the Lord <sc>Godsc>.<n id="2" />p>

I made you plentiful like sprouts in a field; you grew tall and came of age so that you could wear jewelry. Your breasts had formed and your hair had grown, but you were still naked and bare.p>

At the head of every street you erected your pavilion and you disgraced<n id="1" /> your beauty when you spread<n id="2" /> your legs to every passerby and multiplied your promiscuity.

Samaria has not committed half the sins you have; you have done more abominable deeds than they did.<n id="1" /> You have made your sisters appear righteous with all the abominable things you have done.