49 I will send disasters upon you—widowhood, poverty, hunger, sword, and disease—to desolate your houses, to bring you to devastation and death.
50 Your glorious strength will dry up like a flower when the heat that is sent against you rises.
51 Plagues will leave you weak and impoverished, wounded by whips, so that you can’t receive your powerful lovers.
52 Would I have been so jealous of you, says the Lord,
53 if you hadn’t constantly killed my chosen ones, rejoicing, clapping your hands, and talking about their deaths when you were drunk?
54 Make yourself beautiful!
55 The fee due a prostitute is in your lap. Because of this, you will get what’s coming to you.