^22–27“ ‘Therefore, Oholibah, this is the Message from God, the Master: I will incite your old lovers against you, lovers you got tired of and left in disgust. I’ll bring them against you from every direction, Babylonians and all the Chaldeans, Pekod, Shoa, and Koa, and all Assyrians—good-looking young men, ambassadors and governors, elite officers and celebrities—all of them mounted on fine, spirited horses. They’ll come down on you out of the north, armed to the teeth, bringing chariots and troops from all sides. I’ll turn over the task of judgment to them. They’ll punish you according to their rules. I’ll stand totally and relentlessly against you as they rip into you furiously. They’ll mutilate you, cutting off your ears and nose, killing at random. They’ll enslave your children—and anybody left over will be burned. They’ll rip off your clothes and steal your jewelry. I’ll put a stop to your sluttish sex, the whoring life you began in Egypt. You won’t look on whoring with fondness anymore. You won’t think back on Egypt with stars in your eyes.

^28–30“ ‘A Message from God, the Master: I’m at the point of abandoning you to those you hate, to those by whom you’re repulsed. They’ll treat you hatefully, leave you publicly naked, your whore’s body exposed in the cruel glare of the sun. Your sluttish lust will be exposed. Your lust has brought you to this condition because you whored with pagan nations and made yourself filthy with their no-god idols.

^31–34“ ‘You copied the life of your sister. Now I’ll let you drink the cup she drank.

“ ‘This is the Message of God, the Master:

“ ‘You’ll drink your sister’s cup,

a cup canyon-deep and ocean-wide.

You’ll be shunned and taunted

as you drink from that cup, full to the brim.

You’ll be falling-down-drunk and the tears will flow

as you drink from that cup titanic with terror:

It’s the cup of your sister Samaria.

You’ll drink it dry,

then smash it to bits and eat the pieces,

and end up tearing at your breasts.

I’ve given the word—

Decree of God, the Master.

³⁵“ ‘Therefore God, the Master, says, Because you’ve forgotten all about me, pushing me into the background, you now must pay for what you’ve done—pay for your sluttish sex and whoring life.’ ”

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