9 1Rejoice not, O Israel, for joy, like the peoples; for thou hast
played the harlot, departing from thy God; thou hast loved hire upon
2The threshing-floor and the winepress shall not feed
them, and the new wine shall fail her.
3They shall not dwell in Jehovah's
land; but Ephraim shall return to Egypt, and they shall eat unclean food in
4They shall not pour out wine-offerings to Jehovah, 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
shall be for their appetite; it shall not come into the house of Jehovah.
5What will ye do in the day of solemn assembly, and in the day of the
feast of Jehovah?
6For, lo, they are gone away from destruction;
yet Egypt shall gather them up, Memphis shall bury them; their
pleasant things of silver, nettles shall possess them; thorns shall be in
7The days of visitation are come, the days of recompense are
come; Israel shall know it: the prophet is a fool, the man that hath the
spirit is mad, for the abundance of thine iniquity, and because the enmity is
8Ephraim 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
9They have deeply corrupted themselves, as in the days of Gibeah: 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 its first season: but they came to Baal-peor, and consecrated
themselves unto the shameful thing, and became abominable like that which
11As for Ephraim, their glory shall fly away like a bird:
there shall be no birth, and none with child, and no conception.
they bring up their children, yet will I bereave them, so that not a man
shall be left: yea, woe also to them when I depart from them!
like as I have seen Tyre, is planted in a pleasant place: but Ephraim shall
bring out his children to the slayer.
14Give them, O Jehovah-what wilt
thou give? give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.
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.
16Ephraim is smitten, their root is dried
up, they shall bear no fruit: yea, though they bring forth, yet will I slay
the beloved fruit of their womb.
17My God will cast them away, because
they did not hearken unto him; and they shall be wanderers among the