1Rejoice not, O Israel for joy as other people: for thou hast gone a whoring from thy God: thou hast loved a reward upon every corn floor.
2The floor, and the winepress shall not feed them, and the new wine shall fail in her.
3They will not dwell in the Lord’s land, but Ephraim will return to Egypt, and they will eat unclean things in Assyria.
4They shall not offer wine to the Lord, neither shall their sacrifices be pleasant unto him: but they shall be unto them as the bread of mourners: all that eat thereof, shall be polluted: for their bread for their souls shall not come into the house of the Lord.
5What will ye do then in the solemn day, and in the day of the feast of the Lord?
6For lo, they are gone from destruction: but Egypt shall gather them up, and Memphis shall bury them: the nettle shall possess the pleasant places of their silver, and the thorn shall be in their tabernacles.
7The days of visitation are come: the days of recompense are come: Israel shall know it: the Prophet is a fool: the spiritual man is mad, for the multitude of thine iniquity: therefore the hatred is great.
8The watchman of Ephraim should be with my God: but the Prophet is the snare of a fowler in all his ways, and hatred in the house of his God.
9They are deeply set: they are corrupt as in the days of Gibeah: therefore he will remember their iniquity, he will visit their sins.
10I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness: I saw your fathers as the first ripe in the fig tree at her first time: but they went to Baal Peor, and separated themselves unto that shame, and their abominations were according to their lovers.
11Ephraim their glory shall flee away like a bird: from the birth and from the womb, and from the conception.
12Though they bring up their children, yet I will deprive them from being men: yea, woe to them, when I depart from them.
13Ephraim, as I saw, is as a tree in Tyre planted in a cottage: but Ephraim shall bring forth his children to the murderer.
14O Lord, give them: what wilt thou give them? give them a barren womb and dry breasts.
15All their wickedness is in Gilgal: for there do I hate them: for the wickedness of their inventions, I will cast them out of mine House: I will love them no more: all their princes are rebels.
16Ephraim is smitten, their root is dried up: they can bring no fruit: yea, though they bring forth, yet will I slay even the dearest of their body.
17My God will cast them away, because they did not obey him: and they shall wander among the nations.