{And on that day}-- a declaration of Yahweh-- you will call me, "My husband;" you will no longer call me, "My Baal."

Ephraim was like a dove, silly, {without sense}; they call [to] Egypt, they go [to] Assyria.

Your calf is rejected, Samaria; my anger burns against them. How long will they be incapable of innocence?

Because [it is] from Israel, an artisan made it, it [is] not a god; for the calf of Samaria will be broken [to] pieces.

The inhabitants of Samaria tremble for the calf of Beth-aven. Indeed, his people will mourn for it, and his idolatrous priests will wail over it-- over its glory because it has departed from it.

My people are bent on backsliding from me. To the Most High they call, he does not raise them at all.