For they have committed adultery. And blood, is one their hands, Yea with their manufactured gods, have they committed adultery. And even their own children whom they bare unto me, have they set apart for them to be devoured.

Because with the side and with the shoulder, ye do thrust, And with your horns, ye do push all the sick, - Until you have scattered them abroad

And the hearth, shall, be four cubits, - and from the hearth and upward, the horns shall be four.