Though you, Israel, play the harlot,
Do not let Judah become guilty;
Also do not go to Gilgal,
Or go up to Beth-aven
And take the oath:
“As the Lord lives!”

Ephraim will become a desolation in the day of rebuke;
Among the tribes of Israel I declare what is sure.

The princes of Judah have become like those who move a boundary;
On them I will pour out My wrath like water.

Ephraim mixes himself with the nations;
Ephraim has become a cake not turned.

So Ephraim has become like a silly dove, without sense;
They call to Egypt, they go to Assyria.

Since Ephraim has multiplied altars for sin,
They have become altars of sinning for him.

And Ephraim said, “Surely I have become rich,
I have found wealth for myself;
In all my labors they will find in me
No iniquity, which would be sin.”

Though he flourishes among the reeds,
An east wind will come,
The wind of the Lord coming up from the wilderness;
And his fountain will become dry
And his spring will be dried up;
It will plunder his treasury of every precious article.