Jeremiah 18:15-17

But My people have forgotten Me, to a vain thing they make perfume, And they cause them to stumble in their ways — paths of old, To walk in paths — a way not raised up, To make their land become a desolation, A hissing age-during, Every passer by it is astonished, And bemoaneth with his head. As an east wind I scatter them before an enemy, The neck, and not the face, I shew them, In the day of their calamity.’