14. Doth snow of Lebanon Cease from the rock of the field? Failed are the cold strange waters that flow?
15. But My people have forgotten Me, to a vain thing they make perfume, And they cause them to stumble in their ways--paths of old, To walk in paths--a way not raised up,
16. To make their land become a desolation, A hissing age-during, Every passer by it is astonished, And bemoaneth with his head.