1 Don't rejoice, O Israel, for joy, like the peoples; for you have prostituted [away] from your God; you have loved hire on every grain-floor.

2 The threshing-floor and the wine press will not feed them, and the new wine will fail her.

3 They will not dwell in Yahweh's land; but Ephraim will return to Egypt, and they will eat unclean food in Assyria.

4 They will not pour out wine-offerings to Yahweh, neither will they be pleasing to him: their sacrifices will be to them as the bread of mourners; all who eat of it will be polluted; for their bread will be for their appetite; it will not come into the house of Yahweh.

5 What will you{+} do in the day of solemn assembly, and in the day of the feast of Yahweh?

6 For, look, they have gone away from destruction; [yet] Egypt will gather them up, Memphis will bury them; their pleasant things of silver, nettles will possess them; thorns will be in their tents.

7 The days of visitation have come, the days of recompense have come; Israel will know it: the prophet is a fool, the man who has the spirit is insane, for the abundance of your iniquity, and because the enmity is great.

8 Ephraim [was] a watchman with my God: as for the prophet, a fowler's snare is in all his ways, [and] enmity in the house of his God.

9 They have deeply corrupted themselves, as in the days of Gibeah: he will remember their iniquity, he will visit their sins.

10 I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness; I saw your{+} fathers as the first-ripe in the fig-tree at its first season: but they came to Baal-peor, and consecrated themselves to the shameful thing, and became detestable things like that which they loved.

11 As for Ephraim, their glory will fly away like a bird: there will be no birth, and no pregnancy, and no conception.

12 Though they bring up their sons, yet I will bereave them, so that man will not be left: yes, woe also to them when I depart from them!

13 I saw Ephraim as a grove of palm trees planted in a pleasant place: but Ephraim will bring out his sons to the slayer.

14 Give them, O Yahweh--what will you give? Give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.

15 All their wickedness is in Gilgal; for there I hated them: because of the wickedness of their doings I will drive them out of my house; I will love them no more; all their princes are revolters.

16 Ephraim is struck, their root is dried up, they will bear no fruit: yes, though they bring forth, yet I will slay the beloved fruit of their womb.

17 My God will cast them away, because they did not listen to him; and they will be wanderers among the nations.