O Ephraim, what shall I do unto thee? O Judah, how shall I entreat thee? Seeing your love is like a morning cloud, and like a dew that goeth early away.

What will ye do then in the solemn days, and in the feast of the LORD?

O LORD thou shalt give them: what shalt thou give them? Give them an unfruitful womb and dry breasts!

Then shall they say, "We have no king. For why? We have not feared the LORD. And what shall then the king do to us?"

What great things have I given thee, O Ephraim? How faithfully have I defended thee, O Israel? Have I dealt with thee as with Adam? Or have I entreated thee like Zeboim? No, my heart is otherwise minded. Yea, my mercy is to fervent:

Ephraim, what have ye any more to do with idols? I have healed him and looked on him. I will be as a great fir tree, and of me shall thy fruit be found.