Lest I strip her naked and expose her like the day when she was born; I will make her like the desert and turn her into parched land; I will kill her with thirst.

{And on that day}-- a declaration of Yahweh-- you will call me, "My husband;" you will no longer call me, "My Baal."

Ephraim was like a dove, silly, {without sense}; they call [to] Egypt, they go [to] Assyria.

Ephraim is stricken, their root is dried up, they shall not bear fruit. Even if they give birth, I will kill the cherished offspring of their womb.

My people are bent on backsliding from me. To the Most High they call, he does not raise them at all.