And they do not say to their heart, That all their evil I have remembered, Now compassed them have their doings, Over-against My face they have been.

When they go I spread over them My net, As the fowl of the heavens I bring them down, I chastise them as their company hath heard.

Ephraim is looking away from My God, The prophet! a snare of a fowler is over all his ways, Hatred is in the house of his God.

And Ephraim is a trained heifer -- loving to thresh, And I -- I have passed over on the goodness of its neck, I cause one to ride Ephraim, Plough doth Judah, harrow for him doth Jacob.