^{3 Ref} And ye, come near hither, O sons of a sorceress, seed of an adulterer, Even thou dost commit whoredom.

^{4 Ref} Against whom do ye sport yourselves? Against whom enlarge ye the mouth? Prolong ye the tongue? Are not ye children of transgression? a false seed?

^{5 Ref} Who are inflamed among oaks, under every green tree, Slaughtering the children in valleys, Under clefts of the rocks.

^{6 Ref} Among the smooth things of a brook `is' thy portion, They -- they `are' thy lot, Also to them thou hast poured out an oblation, Thou hast caused a present to ascend, For these things am I comforted?

^{7 Ref} On a mountain, high and exalted, Thou hast set thy couch, Also thither thou hast gone up to make a sacrifice.