20 “‘For long ago I broke your yoke to pieces;+ I tore your bands apart. But you said: “I am not going to serve,” for upon every high hill and under every luxuriant tree+ you were lying sprawled out,+ prostituting yourself.+

16 And you proceeded to take some of your garments and make for yourself high places+ of varied colors and you would prostitute yourself on them+—such things are not coming in, and it should not happen.*

17 And the sons of Babylon kept coming in to her, to the bed of expressions of love, and defiling her with their immoral intercourse;+ and she continued getting defiled by them, and her soul began to turn away disgusted from them.