And she sitteth at the door of her house, On a seat in the high places of the city,
Remove thy way far from her, And come not nigh the door of her house:
In the top of high places by the way, Where the paths meet, she standeth;
To call to them that pass by, Who go right on their ways,
She hath sent forth her maidens, she crieth Upon the highest places of the city,
Thou hast built thy lofty place at every head of the way, and hast made thy beauty an abomination, and hast opened thy feet to every one that passed by, and multiplied thy whoredom.