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 Baalpeor, 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. |
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