Your origin and your birth were from the land of the Canaanites. Your father was an Amorite and your mother a Hittite. On the day you were born, your umbilical cord was not cut, and you were not washed with water to clean you up.
On the day you were born, you were thrown out in the open field without regard for your life. You grew up, you developed, and you became very beautiful.
I swore an oath to you to enter into a covenant of marriage with you, declares the Lord God, and you became mine. I washed your blood off you. I anointed you with oil. I put bracelets on your wrists and a necklace around your neck.
You ate fine flour, honey, and olive oil. You were extraordinarily beautiful, and you attained the status of a queen. In fact, it was perfect because of my splendor, which I had bestowed upon you, declares the Lord God. You lavished your lust on every man passing byβyou became his. Such things should not happen. They should not be! This is what happened, declares the Lord God. Was your continual prostitution not enough? You spread your legs for every man passing by, and you multiplied your acts of prostitution.
I reduced your territory. I gave you up to the desire of those who hate you, the daughters of the Philistines, who were embarrassed by your lewd ways.
