For many have been their rebellions,
Profuse their backslidings.
How shall I pardon thee this— 7
Thy children have left Me,
And swear by no-gods.
I gave them their fill and they whored,
And trooped to the house of the harlot.
Rampant[225] stallions they be, 8
Neighing each for the wife of his friend.
Shall I not visit on such, 9