For of old time I have broken thy yoke, and burst thy bands; and thou saidst, I will not transgress; when upon every high hill and under every green tree thou wanderest, playing the harlot.
Lift up thine eyes unto the high places, and see where thou hast not been lien with. In the ways hast thou sat for them, as the Arabian in the wilderness; and thou hast polluted the land with thy whoredoms and with thy wickedness.
Enflaming yourselves with idols under every green tree, slaying the children in the valleys under the clifts of the rocks?
Upon a lofty and high mountain hast thou set thy bed: even thither wentest thou up to offer sacrifice.