¹ `Rejoice not, O Israel, be not joyful like the peoples, For thou hast gone a-whoring from thy God, Thou hast loved a gift near all floors of corn.

² Floor and wine-press do not delight them, And new wine doth fail in her,

³ They do not abide in the land of Jehovah, And turned back hath Ephraim to Egypt, And in Asshur an unclean thing they eat.

⁴ They pour not out wine to Jehovah, Nor are they sweet to Him, Their sacrifices are as bread of mourners to them, All eating it are unclean: For their bread is for themselves, It doth not come into the house of Jehovah.

⁵ What do ye at the day appointed? And at the day of Jehovah's festival?

⁶ For, lo, they have gone because of destruction, Egypt gathereth them, Moph burieth them, The desirable things of their silver, Nettles possess them--a thorn is in their tents.

⁷ Come in have the days of inspection, Come in have the days of recompence, Israel doth know! a fool is the prophet, Mad is the man of the Spirit, Because of the abundance of thine iniquity, And great is the hatred.

⁸ Ephraim is looking away from My God, The prophet! a snare of a fowler is over all his ways, Hatred is in the house of his God.

⁹ They have gone deep--have done corruptly, As in the days of Gibeah, He doth remember their iniquity, He doth inspect their sins.

¹⁰ As grapes in a wilderness I found Israel, As the first-fruit in a fig-tree, at its beginning, I have seen your fathers, They--they have gone in to Baal-Peor, And are separated to a shameful thing, And are become abominable like their love.

¹¹ Ephraim is as a fowl, Fly away doth their honour, without birth, And without womb, and without conception.

¹² For though they nourish their sons, I have made them childless--without man, Surely also, woe to them, when I turn aside from them.

¹³ Ephraim! when I have looked to the rock, Is planted in comeliness, And Ephraim is to bring out unto a slayer his sons.

¹⁴ Give to them, Jehovah--what dost Thou give? Give to them miscarrying womb, and dry breasts.

¹⁵ All their evil is in Gilgal, Surely there I have hated them, Because of the evil of their doings, Out of My house I do drive them, I add not to love them, all their heads are apostates.

¹⁶ Ephraim hath been smitten, Their root hath dried up, fruit they yield not, Yea, though they bring forth, I have put to death the desired of their womb.

¹⁷ Reject them doth my God, Because they have not hearkened to Him, And they are wanderers among nations!