²² My face will I turn also from them, and they shall pollute my secret place: for the robbers shall enter into it, and defile it.

²⁵ Thou hast built thy high place at every head of the way, and hast made thy beauty to be abhorred, and hast prostituted thyself to every one that passed by, and multiplied thy lewd deeds.

² Our inheritance is turned to strangers, our houses to aliens.