Hosea 9:1-17
9 Do not rejoice, O Israel, with exultation like the peoples, For thou hast gone away unchastely from beside thy God,—Thou hast loved a present, upon all the threshing-floors of corn!
2 Threshing-floor and wine-vat will not feed them, And new wine will deny them.
3 They shall not dwell in the land of Yahweh, But Ephraim shall return to Egypt, And in Assyria—that which is unclean shall they eat.
4 They shall not pour out to Yahweh—wine Neither shall they be pleasing to him, Their sacrifices are as the food of mourning to them, All that eat thereof shall defile themselves, Because their food for their appetite entereth not into the house of Yahweh.
5 What will ye do for the day of appointed meeting? And in the day of the festival of Yahweh?
6 For though they have gone from destruction Yet Egypt shall gather them, Memphis shall bury them,—As for their silver favourites! Thistles shall possess them, Thorns in their tents.
7 Come are the days of visitation, Come are the days of recompense, Let Israel know! The prophet is foolish, The man of the spirit doth rave, Because of the greatness of thine iniquity Therefore great is the prosecution.
8 The watchman of Ephraim [should have been] with my God: As for the prophet The snare of the fowler is on all his ways, A prosecution [awaiteth him] in the house of his God.
9 They have deeply corrupted themselves like the days of Gibeah: He will call to mind their iniquity, He will punish their sins.
10 Like grapes in the desert found I Israel, Like the first-ripe in the fig-tree when it is young saw I your fathers,—They entered Baal-peor And devoted themselves to the Shameful Thing, Then became their abominations like their lusts.
11 As for Ephraim! like a bird did their glory fly away,—No birth and None with child, No conception.
12 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!
13 Ephraim! just as I provided for Tyre was planted in a meadow,—Yet Ephraim must needs bring forth for a murderer his children.
14 Give them, O Yahweh—what wilt thou give? Give them a miscarrying womb, and breasts dried up.
15 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.
16 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.
17 My God will reject them, because they hearkened not unto him,—That they may become wanderers throughout the nations.