Ephraim will become a desolation in the day of rebuke;
Among the tribes of Israel I declare what is sure.

What shall I do with you, O Ephraim?
What shall I do with you, O Judah?
For your loyalty is like a morning cloud
And like the dew which goes away early.

What will you do on the day of the appointed festival
And on the day of the feast of the Lord?

Give them, O Lord—what will You give?
Give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.

Surely now they will say, “We have no king,
For we do not revere the Lord.
As for the king, what can he do for us?”

O Ephraim, what more have I to do with idols?
It is I who answer and look after you.
I am like a luxuriant cypress;
From Me comes your fruit.