|Verse On Verse
Perhaps she was once very beautiful?
Seeing my glance she imagines I have spied something pleasing to the eye, and being the stingy shrew she has become, she would deny me even this small pleasure: she snarls and turns away, not realizing the horror I beheld.
Jeremiah 2:21 (NIV) 21 I had planted you like a choice vine of sound and reliable stock. How then did you turn against me into a corrupt, wild vine?