ye that inflame yourselves among the oaks, under every green tree; that slay the children in the valleys, under the clefts of the rocks?
a people that provoke me to my face continually, sacrificing in gardens, and burning incense upon bricks;
They sacrifice upon the tops of the mountains, and burn incense upon the hills, under oaks and poplars and terebinths, because the shadow thereof is good: therefore your daughters play the harlot, and your brides commit adultery.
The wind hath wrapped her up in its wings; and they shall be put to shame because of their sacrifices.