And we know -- we pursue to know Jehovah, As the dawn prepared is His going forth, And He cometh in as a shower to us, As gathered rain -- sprinkling earth.'

What do I do to thee, O Ephraim? What do I do to thee, O Judah? Your goodness is as a cloud of the morning, And as dew rising early -- going.

And Ephraim is as a simple dove without heart, Egypt they called on -- to Asshur they have gone.

Ephraim is as a fowl, Fly away doth their honour, without birth, And without womb, and without conception.

Cut off is Samaria! Its king is as a chip on the face of the waters.

Go on do his sucklings, And his beauty is as an olive, And he hath fragrance as Lebanon.

Return do the dwellers under his shadow, They revive as corn, and flourish as a vine, His memorial is as wine of Lebanon.