2 Let peace arrive. Let he who has walked in his righteousness find rest on his bed.
3 But come here, you sons of the prophetess, you offspring of an adulterous man and a fornicating woman.
4 Whom are you mocking? Against whom have you opened your mouth wide and wagged your tongue? Are you not sons of wickedness, a lying offspring,
5 who are being consoled by idols under every leafy tree, immolating little children at the torrents, under the high rocks?
6 Your portion is in the currents of the torrent; this is your lot! And you yourselves have poured out libations to them; you have offered sacrifice. Should I not be angry over these things?
7 Upon a high and lofty mountain, you have placed your bed, and you have ascended to that place to immolate victims.
8 And behind the door, and beyond the post, you have set up your memorial. For you uncovered yourself next to me, and you received an adulterer. You widened your bed, and you formed a pact with them. You loved their bed with an open hand.