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Look up at the tops of the hills.
    You have loved other gods on all of them!
You sat by the side of the road,
    and you waited for a lover to come.
Like a robber, you waited to catch men
    so that you could sleep with them.
You have not been faithful to me,
    but you have looked for other gods, like a prostitute.
The wicked things that you have done
    have made the land unclean.

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