^{11 Ref} Whoredom, and wine, and new wine, take the heart,

^{12 Ref} My people at its staff asketh and its rod declareth to it, For a spirit of whoredoms hath caused to err, And they go a-whoring from under their God.

^{13 Ref} On tops of the mountains they do sacrifice, And on the hills they make perfume, Under oak, and poplar, and terebinth, For good `is' its shade.