³ But you there, come closer,
you children of a witch,
you offspring of an adulterer and a prostitute.
⁴ Who are you mocking?^[a]
Who are you making faces at and sticking out your tongue at?
Aren’t you all children born in rebellion,
the offspring of deceit,
⁵ you who are in heat among the oaks and under every green tree,
you who slaughter children in the ravines under the rugged cliffs?
⁶ Your chosen territory is among the smooth stones of the ravines.
They, yes, they, are your lot.
You even poured out a drink offering to them,
and you offered up a grain offering.
Since you have done these things, should I spare you?
⁷ Upon a mountain, high and lofty, you spread out your bed.
Yes, you went up there to offer a sacrifice.
⁸ Behind the door and doorpost you placed your memorial.
Yes, you deserted me and uncovered yourself.^[b] You climbed right into bed.
You made room for them in your bed.
You committed yourself to them.
You loved their bed.
You stared at their bodies.^[c]
9 You traveled to deliver offerings of fragrant oil to the king,^[d]
and you made many offerings of incense.
You sent your messengers to a distant land.
You sent them as far as hell.^[e]
10 Because of the length of your journey, you became weary,
but you did not say, “It is hopeless!”
So you found new strength, and you did not faint.
¹¹ But who is making you so anxious and so afraid that you
    practice deception?
You did not remember me
and did not keep me in your heart.
Is it because I have been silent for a long time
    that you do not fear me?
¹² I will declare your righteousness and your deeds,
but they will not benefit you.
¹³ When you cry out for help,
let your collections of idols deliver you.
But the wind will blow them all away.
A breeze will take them away.
But the one who takes refuge in me will inherit the land.
He will possess my holy mountain.