God’s Message:“Ask around.Survey the godless nations.Has anyone heard the likes of this?Virgin Israel has become a slut!Does snow disappear from the Lebanon peaks?Do alpine streams run dry?But my people have left meto worship the Big Lie.They’ve gotten off the track,the old, well-worn trail,And now bushwhack through underbrushin a tangle of roots and vines.Their land’s going to end up a mess—a fool’s memorial to be spit on.Travelers passing throughwill shake their heads in disbelief.I’ll scatter my people before their enemies,like autumn leaves in a high wind.On their day of doom, they’ll stare at my back as I walk away,catching not so much as a glimpse of my face.”