²⁰ Long ago you broke your yoke,^(A)
    you tore off your bonds.
    You said, “I will not serve.”
On every high hill, under every green tree,
    you sprawled and served as a prostitute.^[a]

² Raise your eyes to the heights, and look,
    where have men not lain with you?
Along the roadways you waited for them
    like an Arabian^[a] in the wilderness.
You defiled the land
    by your wicked prostitution.^(A)

⁷ Why should I pardon you?
    Your children have forsaken me,
    they swear by gods that are no gods.
I fed them, but they commit adultery;
    to the prostitute’s house they throng.

⁴ Accuse your mother, accuse!
    for she is not my wife,
    and I am not her husband.^[b]
Let her remove her prostitution from her face.
    her adultery from between her breasts,