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As for Ephraim! like a bird, did their glory, fly away, - no birth, and none with child, no conception.

Yea, though they rear their children, yet will I make them childless, till there be no human being, - for it is, nothing less than woe, to them when I depart from them!

Ephraim! just as I provided for Tyre, was planted in a meadow, - yet, Ephraim, must needs bring forth for a murderer his children.

Give them, O Yahweh - what wilt thou give? Give them, a miscarrying womb, and breasts dried up.

All their wickedness, is in Gilgal, yea, there, have I come to hate them, For the wickedness of their doings - out of my house, will I drive them forth, - no more will I love them, all their rulers, are unruly.

Smitten is Ephraim, their root, hath dried up, fruit, shall they not bear, - yea, though they do bring forth, yet will I slay the darlings of their womb.

My God will reject them, because they hearkened not unto him, - that they may become wanderers throughout the nations.