And she knew not that I gave to her grain, and new wine, and new oil. and I multiplied silver to her, and gold they made for Baal.

What shall I do to thee, O Ephraim? What shall I do to thee, O Judah? and your kindness as the cloud of the morning, and as the dew being early went away.

Gilead a city working vanity, defrauding from blood.

They made kings, and not from me: and they made princes, and I knew not: their silver and their gold they made to them images to cut off.

If Gilead nothing? Surely they were vanity: in Gilgal they sacrificed oxen; also their altars as heaps upon the furrows of the field.

For this they shall be as the cloud of the morning, and as the early dew going way; as the chaff will be driven from the threshing-floor on the wind, and as the smoke from the chimney.