3:1 “If [1] a man divorces his wife
  and she goes from him
and becomes another man's wife,
  will he return to her?
Would not that land be greatly polluted?
You have played the whore with many lovers;
  and would you return to me?
     declares the Lord.
Lift up your eyes to the bare heights, and see!
  Where have you not been ravished?
By the waysides you have sat awaiting lovers
  like an Arab in the wilderness.
You have polluted the land
  with your vile whoredom.
Therefore the showers have been withheld,
  and the spring rain has not come;
yet you have the forehead of a whore;
  you refuse to be ashamed.
Have you not just now called to me,
  ‘My father, you are the friend of my youth—
will he be angry forever,
  will he be indignant to the end?’
Behold, you have spoken,
  but you have done all the evil that you could.”

“‘Return, faithless Israel,
     declares the Lord.
I will not look on you in anger,
  for I am merciful,
     declares the Lord;
I will not be angry forever.
Only acknowledge your guilt,
  that you rebelled against the Lord your God
and scattered your favors among foreigners under every green tree,
  and that you have not obeyed my voice,
     declares the Lord.
Return, O faithless children,
     declares the Lord;
  for I am your master;
I will take you, one from a city and two from a family,
  and I will bring you to Zion.

“‘I said,
  How I would set you among my sons,
and give you a pleasant land,
  a heritage most beautiful of all nations.
And I thought you would call me, My Father,
  and would not turn from following me.
Surely, as a treacherous wife leaves her husband,
  so have you been treacherous to me, O house of Israel,
     declares the Lord.’”

A voice on the bare heights is heard,
  the weeping and pleading of Israel's sons
because they have perverted their way;
  they have forgotten the Lord their God.
“Return, O faithless sons;
  I will heal your faithlessness.”
“Behold, we come to you,
  for you are the Lord our God.
Truly the hills are a delusion,
  the orgies [2] on the mountains.
Truly in the Lord our God
  is the salvation of Israel.

4:1 “If you return, O Israel,
     declares the Lord,
  to me you should return.
If you remove your detestable things from my presence,
  and do not waver,
and if you swear, ‘As the Lord lives,’
  in truth, in justice, and in righteousness,
then nations shall bless themselves in him,
  and in him shall they glory.”

“Break up your fallow ground,
  and sow not among thorns.
Circumcise yourselves to the Lord;
  remove the foreskin of your hearts,
  O men of Judah and inhabitants of Jerusalem;
lest my wrath go forth like fire,
  and burn with none to quench it,
  because of the evil of your deeds.”

“Blow the trumpet through the land;
  cry aloud and say,
‘Assemble, and let us go
  into the fortified cities!’
Raise a standard toward Zion,
  flee for safety, stay not,
for I bring disaster from the north,
  and great destruction.
A lion has gone up from his thicket,
  a destroyer of nations has set out;
  he has gone out from his place
to make your land a waste;
  your cities will be ruins
  without inhabitant.
For this put on sackcloth,
  lament and wail,
for the fierce anger of the Lord
  has not turned back from us.”

Behold, he comes up like clouds;
  his chariots like the whirlwind;
his horses are swifter than eagles—
  woe to us, for we are ruined!
O Jerusalem, wash your heart from evil,
  that you may be saved.
How long shall your wicked thoughts
  lodge within you?
For a voice declares from Dan
  and proclaims trouble from Mount Ephraim.
Warn the nations that he is coming;
  announce to Jerusalem,
“Besiegers come from a distant land;
  they shout against the cities of Judah.
Like keepers of a field are they against her all around,
  because she has rebelled against me,
     declares the Lord.
Your ways and your deeds
  have brought this upon you.
This is your doom, and it is bitter;
  it has reached your very heart.”

My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain!
  Oh the walls of my heart!
My heart is beating wildly;
  I cannot keep silent,
for I hear the sound of the trumpet,
  the alarm of war.
Crash follows hard on crash;
  the whole land is laid waste.
Suddenly my tents are laid waste,
  my curtains in a moment.
How long must I see the standard
  and hear the sound of the trumpet?

“For my people are foolish;
  they know me not;
they are stupid children;
  they have no understanding.
They are ‘wise’—in doing evil!
  But how to do good they know not.”

I looked on the earth, and behold, it was without form and void;
  and to the heavens, and they had no light.
I looked on the mountains, and behold, they were quaking,
  and all the hills moved to and fro.
I looked, and behold, there was no man,
  and all the birds of the air had fled.
I looked, and behold, the fruitful land was a desert,
  and all its cities were laid in ruins
  before the Lord, before his fierce anger.

“For this the earth shall mourn,
  and the heavens above be dark;
for I have spoken; I have purposed;
  I have not relented, nor will I turn back.”

At the noise of horseman and archer
  every city takes to flight;
they enter thickets; they climb among rocks;
  all the cities are forsaken,
  and no man dwells in them.
And you, O desolate one,
what do you mean that you dress in scarlet,
  that you adorn yourself with ornaments of gold,
  that you enlarge your eyes with paint?
In vain you beautify yourself.
  Your lovers despise you;
  they seek your life.
For I heard a cry as of a woman in labor,
  anguish as of one giving birth to her first child,
the cry of the daughter of Zion gasping for breath,
  stretching out her hands,
“Woe is me! I am fainting before murderers.”