Ephraim is for a desolation in a day of reproof, Among the tribes of Israel I have made known a sure thing.

All of them are warm as an oven, And they have devoured their judges, All their kings have fallen, There is none calling unto Me among them.

Ephraim! among peoples he mixeth himself, Ephraim hath been a cake unturned.

Israel hath been swallowed up, Now they have been among nations, As a vessel in which is no delight.

Also though they hire among nations, Now I gather them, and they are pained a little, From the burden of a king of princes.

Reject them doth my God, Because they have not hearkened to Him, And they are wanderers among nations!

And rise doth a tumult among thy people, And all thy fortresses are spoiled, As the spoiling of Shalman of Beth-Arbel, In a day of battle, Mother against sons dashed in pieces.

And now do they add to sin, And make to them a molten image of their silver, By their own understanding -- idols, A work of artisans -- all of it, Of them they say, who are sacrificers among men, 'The calves let them kiss.'

Though he among brethren produceth fruit, Come in doth an east wind, a wind of Jehovah, From a wilderness it is coming up, And it drieth up his fountain, And become dry doth his spring, It -- it spoileth a treasure -- every desirable vessel.