Though a harlot thou art, O Israel, Let not Judah become guilty, And come not ye in to Gilgal, nor go up to Beth-Aven, Nor swear ye, Jehovah liveth.

Sour is their drink, They have gone diligently a-whoring, Her protectors have loved shame thoroughly.

Ephraim is for a desolation in a day of reproof, Among the tribes of Israel I have made known a sure thing.

They have spoken words, To swear falsehood in making a covenant, And flourished as a poisonous herb hath judgment, on the furrows of a field.