i was perfect because You
gave me Your splendor.
but i put my trust in my own beauty and
began prostituting myself,
soliciting everyone passing by.
no one was left out. i took my clothes and
decorated the high places with bright colors.
i took my jewels, my gold, my silver,
the ones you gave me,
and made phallic idols and
prostituted myself with them.
i covered my idols with my fine embroidered
clothes. i set Your honey, incense,
oil and food before them to fill the alter
with a pleasant aroma.
that is what i did.
the sons and daughters that i
bore to You.
i sacrificed them.
forgetting the condition
You found me in:
naked
exposed
covered in my own blood,
i sanctified their remains
to my idols.
i built towers and for myself
high places everywhere there
was room. spreading my legs
on the corners of streets. my
beauty became abomination.
i had sex with bigger and bigger
men to provoke You.
You diminished my ration of food
and gave me into the hands of the
philistine's who hate me
and find my behavior
revolting.
Yet, i was never satisfied.
i searched country to country
to find men to have sex with.
more and more men to have
sex with.
i was a whore. shamelessly
sleeping with whoever i could get
in my high places on the street corners.
a wife who prefers to sleep with
strangers instead of my Husband.
yet, i hated being paid.
instead of being paid and receiving gifts
like every other prostitute i gave
my men gifts and paid them!
i bribe them to come from far
away to come and have sex.
i am the opposite of other women.
the opposite.
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