3Lest I strip her naked. And have set her up as in the day of her birth, And have made her as a wilderness, And have set her as a dry land, And have put her to death with thirst.
4And her sons I do not pity, For sons of whoredoms are they,
5For gone a-whoring hath their mother, Acted shamefully hath their conceiver, For she hath said, I go after my lovers, Those giving my bread and my water, My wool and my flax, my oil and my drink.
6Therefore, lo, I am hedging up thy way with thorns, And I have made for her a wall, And her paths she doth not find.