Now when she had weaned Loruhamah, she conceived again, and bare a son.

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.

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.

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.