The more they multiplied, the more they sinned against Me;
I will change their glory into shame.

Israel is a luxuriant vine;
He produces fruit for himself.
The more his fruit,
The more altars he made;
The richer his land,
The better he made the sacred pillars.

The more they called them,
The more they went from them;
They kept sacrificing to the Baals
And burning incense to idols.

And now they sin more and more,
And make for themselves molten images,
Idols skillfully made from their silver,
All of them the work of craftsmen.
They say of them, “Let the men who sacrifice kiss the calves!”