Though he be fruitful among his brothers, an east wind shall come, the breath of LORD coming up from the wilderness, and his spring shall become dry, and his fountain shall be dried up. He shall make spoil of the treasure of all go

Ephraim is smitten. Their root is dried up. They shall bear no fruit. Yea, though they bring forth, yet I will kill the beloved fruit of their womb.

Give them, O LORD--what will thou give? Give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.

lest I strip her naked, and set her as in the day that she was born, and make her as a wilderness, and set her like a dry land, and kill her with thirst.