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1 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.
2 The floor and the winepress shall not feed them,
And the new wine shall fail in her.
3 They shall not dwell in the Lord’s land;
But Ephraim shall return to Egypt,
And they shall eat unclean things in Assyria.
4 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.
5 What will ye do in the solemn day,
And in the day of the feast of the Lord?
6 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.
7 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.
8 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.
9 They have deeply corrupted themselves, as in the days of Gibeah:
Therefore 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 firstripe 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 as they loved.
11 As for Ephraim, their glory shall fly away like a bird,
From the birth, and from the womb, and from the conception.
12 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!
13 Ephraim, as I saw Tyrus, is planted in a pleasant place:
But Ephraim shall bring forth his children to the murderer.
14 Give them, O Lord: what wilt thou give?
Give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.
15 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.
16 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.
17 My God will cast them away, because they did not hearken unto him:
And they shall be wanderers among the nations.