Jeremiah 18:14-16

Young's Literal Translation

¹⁴ Doth snow of Lebanon Cease from the rock of the field? Failed are the cold strange waters that flow?

¹⁵ 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,

¹⁶ To make their land become a desolation, A hissing age-during, Every passer by it is astonished, And bemoaneth with his head.