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

Israel is a luxuriant vine;
He produces fruit for himself.
The more his fruit,
The more altars he made;
The richer his land,
The better he made the sacred pillars.

Ephraim is a trained heifer that loves to thresh,
But I will come over her fair neck with a yoke;
I will harness Ephraim,
Judah will plow, Jacob will harrow for himself.

When Ephraim spoke, there was trembling.
He exalted himself in Israel,
But through Baal he did wrong and died.