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15 Yet my people have forgotten me:
    they offer incense in vain.
They stumble off their paths,
    the ways of old,
Traveling on bypaths,
    not the beaten track.(A)
16 Their land shall be made a waste,
    an object of endless hissing:[a]
All passersby will be horrified,
    shaking their heads.(B)
17 Like the east wind, I will scatter them
    before their enemies;
I will show them my back, not my face,
    in their day of disaster.(C)

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Footnotes

  1. 18:16 Hissing: in some ancient Near Eastern cultures hissing was not only a sign of derision but a magical means of keeping demons away; people hissed in order to ward off danger, like whistling in a cemetery.