²¹ Because you thrust with side and with shoulder, and push all the diseased with your horns, until you have scattered them abroad;

⁸ My heritage is become to me as a lion in the forest: she has uttered her voice against me; therefore I have hated her.

²⁴ Son of man, tell her, You are a land that is not cleansed, nor rained on in the day of indignation.