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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.

15 Yet my people have forgotten(A) me;
    they burn incense(B) to worthless idols,(C)
which made them stumble(D) in their ways,
    in the ancient paths.(E)
They made them walk in byways,
    on roads not built up.(F)
16 Their land will be an object of horror(G)
    and of lasting scorn;(H)
all who pass by will be appalled(I)
    and will shake their heads.(J)
17 Like a wind(K) from the east,
    I will scatter them before their enemies;
I will show them my back and not my face(L)
    in the day of their disaster.”

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