So I am like rot to Ephraim
and like decay to the house of Judah.

Like raiders who wait in ambush for someone,
a band of priests murders on the road to Shechem.
They commit atrocities.

But they never consider that I remember all their evil.
Now their sins are all around them;
they are right in front of My face.

Though I were to write out for him
ten thousand points of My instruction,
they would be regarded as something strange.

Assyria will not save us,
we will not ride on horses,
and we will no longer proclaim, ‘Our gods!’
to the work of our hands.
For the fatherless receives compassion in You.”

I will be like the dew to Israel;
he will blossom like the lily
and take root like the cedars of Lebanon.

Let whoever is wise understand these things,
and whoever is insightful recognize them.
For the ways of the Lord are right,
and the righteous walk in them,
but the rebellious stumble in them.