« لأنَّكِ مُنذُ القَدِيمِ كَسَرْتِ نِيرَكِ، وَنَزَعْتِ قُيُودَكِ. وَقُلْتِ: ‹لَنْ أعْبَدَهُ!› فَزَنَيتِ عَلَى كُلِّ تَلَّةٍ مُرتَفِعَةٍ، وَتَحتَ كُلِّ شَجَرَةٍ مُورِقَةٍ،
For of old time I have broken thy yoke, and burst thy bands; and thou saidst, I will not transgress; when upon every high hill and under every green tree thou wanderest, playing the harlot.
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