Plead with your mother, plead
For she is not my wife
Neither am I her husband
Let her therefore put away her whoredoms out of her sight
And her adulteries from between her breasts
Lest I strip her naked
And set her as in the day that she was born
And make her as a wilderness
And set her like a dry land
And slay her with thirst
And I will not have mercy upon her children
For they be the children of whoredoms
For their mother hath played the harlot
She that conceived them hath done shamefully
For she said, I will go after my lovers
That give me my bread and my water
Therefore, behold, I will hedge up thy way with thorns
And make a wall, that she shall not find her paths
And she shall follow after her lovers
But she shall not overtake them