³⁰ How sick was your heart—the Lord God proclaims—that you could do all these things, the deeds of a hardened prostitute. ³¹ But you weren’t like an ordinary prostitute! When you built your pavilion at the head of every street and made your platform in every square, you refused to be paid. ³² You are like an adulterous wife: you take in strangers instead of your husband.