3 Say, The Lord God proclaims to Jerusalem: By origin and birth you are from the land of Canaan. Your father was an Amorite, your mother a Hittite.
4 This is how you were treated on the day you were born: Your umbilical cord wasn’t cut, you weren’t washed clean with water or rubbed with salt, and you weren’t wrapped in blankets.
5 No one took pity or cared enough to do any of these things for you. You were despised on the day of your birth and thrown out on the open field.
6 When I happened to come by, I saw you flailing about in your blood. I said to you while you were still bloody, "Live!"
7 I helped you to flourish like a young plant in the field, and you grew tall and became wonderfully endowed. Your breasts were firm, your hair beautifully thick. And you were completely naked.
8 When I passed by you, I realized that you were ready for love. So I spread my cloak over you and covered your nakedness. I made a solemn promise and entered into a covenant with you, and you became mine. This is what the Lord God says.
9 Then I washed you with water, rinsed off your blood, and poured oil on you.