[20] For of old time I have broken thy yoke, and burst thy bands; and thou saidst, when upon every high hill and under every green tree thou wanderest, playing the harlot. [21] Yet I had planted thee a noble vine, wholly a right seed: how then art thou turned into the degenerate plant of a strange vine unto me? [22] For though thou wash thee with nitre, and take thee much soap, yet thine iniquity is marked before me, saith the Lord GOD. [23] How canst thou say, I am not polluted, I have not gone after Baalim? see thy way in the valley, know what thou hast done: thou art a swift dromedary traversing her ways; [24] A wild ass used to the wilderness, that snuffeth up the wind at her pleasure; in her occasion who can turn her away? all they that seek her will not weary themselves; in her month they shall find her. [25] Withhold thy foot from being unshod, from thirst: but thou saidst, There is no hope: no; for I have loved strangers, and after