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you who burn with lust among the oaks,
    under every green tree;
you who slaughter your children in the valleys,
    under the clefts of the rocks?(A)

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Upon a high and lofty mountain
    you have set your bed,
    and there you went up to offer sacrifice.(A)

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20 For long ago you broke your yoke
    and burst your bonds,
    and you said, “I will not serve!”
On every high hill
    and under every green tree
    you sprawled and prostituted yourself.(A)

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Look up to the bare heights[a] and see!
    Where have you not been lain with?
By the waysides you sat waiting for lovers,
    like a nomad in the wilderness.
You have polluted the land
    with your prostitutions and wickedness.(A)

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Footnotes

  1. 3.2 Or the trails