Oh that I had in the wilderness, a wayfarers lodge, That I might leave my people, and go from them,—For they all, are Adulterers, An assemblage of traitors;
Adulteresses! Know ye not that, the friendship of the world, is, enmity to God? Whosoever, therefore, is minded to be, a friend, of the world, an enemy of God, doth constitute himself.
My people, of their Wood, do ask,—Let, their Staff, then tell them,—for, the spirit of unchastity, hath led them astray, and they have unchastely departed from under their God.
For with adulterers, is the land filled, Yea because of cursing, cloth the land mourn, Dried up are the oases of the desert,—And, their oppression hath become wicked, And, their might is not right.
And they shall eat, and not be satisfied, they have encouraged unchastity, yet have not been making increase,—for unto, Yahweh, have they left off giving heed:—