Now when she had weaned Lo-ruhamah, she conceived, and bore a son.

And she did not know that I had given her the corn and the new wine and the oil, and had multiplied to her the silver and gold, which they employed for Baal.

Therefore, I will take back my grain during the harvest time and my new wine when it ripens; I will take away my wool and my flax which I had provided in order to clothe her.

And I will sow her to me in the earth. And I will have mercy upon her who had not obtained mercy. And I will say to those who were not my people, Thou are my people, and they shall say, My God.

So I have had it cut in stones; I gave them teaching by the words of my mouth;

When, I, had warned them, I strengthened their arm, - yet, against me, kept they on devising wickedness.

They have put up kings, but not by me; they have made princes, but I had no knowledge of it; they have made images of silver and gold, so that they may be cut off.

All their evil-doing is in Gilgal; there I had hate for them; because of their evil-doing I will send them out of my house; they will no longer be dear to me; all their rulers are uncontrolled.

Israel was a goodly vine, but he hath brought forth unprofitable fruit: yea, the more fruit he had the more altars he made; the more good I did to their land, the more friendship showed they to their Images.

Yet, I, had taught Ephraim to walk, I used to take them upon mine arms, - But they acknowledged not that I had healed them.

How can I give you up, Ephraim?
How can I surrender you, Israel?
How can I make you like Admah?
How can I treat you like Zeboiim?
I have had a change of heart;
My compassion is stirred!

In the womb he took his brother by the heel, and in his manhood he had strength with God.

Yea, he had strength over the [heavenly] agent, and prevailed, [as] he wept, and made supplication to him. He found him at Bethel, and there he spoke with us.

But at Gilead is the abomination, they are fallen to vanity. At Gilgal they have slain oxen: and as many heaps of stones as they had in their land furrows, so many altars have they made.

I had knowledge of you in the waste land where no water was.

But when they were well fed and had enough, they waxed proud, and forgot me.

had not I defended him from the grave, and delivered him from death. O death, I will be thy death: O hell, I will be thy sting.