Rejoice not, O Israel, for joy, as other people: for thou hast gone a whoring from
thy God, thou hast loved a reward upon every cornfloor.
The floor and the winepress shall not feed them, and the new wine shall fail in
They shall not dwell in the LORD’s land; but Ephraim shall return to Egypt,
and they shall eat unclean things in Assyria.
They shall not offer wine offerings to the LORD, neither shall they be pleasing
unto him: their sacrifices shall be unto them as the bread of mourners; all that eat
thereof shall be polluted: for their bread for their soul shall not come into the house
of the LORD.
What will ye do in the solemn day, and in the day of the feast of the LORD?
For, lo, they are gone because of destruction: Egypt shall gather them up, Memphis
shall bury them: the pleasant places for their silver, nettles shall possess them:
thorns shall be in their tabernacles.
The days of visitation are come, the days of recompence are come; Israel shall know
it: the prophet is a fool, the spiritual man is mad, for the multitude of thine
iniquity, and the great hatred.
The watchman of Ephraim was with my God: but the prophet is a snare of a fowler in
all his ways, and hatred in the house of his God.
They have deeply corrupted themselves, as in the days of Gibeah: therefore he will
remember their iniquity, he will visit their sins.
I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness; I saw your fathers as the firstripe
in the fig tree at her first time: but they went to Baalpeor, and separated themselves
unto that shame; and their abominations were according as they loved.
As for Ephraim, their glory shall fly away like a bird, from the birth, and from
the womb, and from the conception.
Though they bring up their children, yet will I bereave them, that there shall not
be a man left: yea, woe also to them when I depart from them!
Ephraim, as I saw Tyrus, is planted in a pleasant place: but Ephraim shall bring
forth his children to the murderer.
Give them, O LORD: what wilt thou give? give them a miscarrying womb and dry
All their wickedness is in Gilgal: for there I hated them: for the wickedness of
their doings I will drive them out of mine house, I will love them no more: all their
princes are revolters.
Ephraim is smitten, their root is dried up, they shall bear no fruit: yea, though
they bring forth, yet will I slay even the beloved fruit of their womb.
My God will cast them away, because they did not hearken unto him: and they shall
be wanderers among the nations.