'Your encrusted filth is your filthy sex.
I wanted to clean you up, but you wouldn’t let me.
I’ll make no more attempts at cleaning you up until my anger quiets down.
I, G-d, have said it, and I’ll do it.
I’m not holding back.
I’ve run out of compassion.
I’m not changing my mind.
You’re getting exactly what’s coming to you.
Decree of G-d, the Master.’
[Ezekiel 24:13-14 (MSG; 2002)]