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.
56 As you will do to my chosen ones, says the Lord, so God will do to you and will give you over to disasters.
57 Your children will die of hunger, and you will fall by the sword. Your cities will be laid waste, and all your people will fall by the sword in the open field.