1 Rejoice not, O Israel, for joy, as other people:

For thou hast gone a whoring from thy God,

Thou hast loved a reward upon every cornfloor.

2 The floor and the winepress shall not feed them,

And the new wine shall fail in her.

3 They shall not dwell in the Lord’s land;

But Ephraim shall return to Egypt,

And they shall eat unclean things in Assyria.

4 They shall not offer wine offerings to the Lord,

Neither shall they be pleasing unto him:

Their sacrifices shall be unto them as the bread of mourners;

All that eat thereof shall be polluted:

For their bread for their soul shall not come into the house of the Lord.

5 What will ye do in the solemn day,

And in the day of the feast of the Lord?

6 For lo, they are gone because of destruction:

Egypt shall gather them up, Memphis shall bury them:

The pleasant places for their silver, nettles shall possess them:

Thorns shall be in their tabernacles.

7 The days of visitation are come,

The days of recompence are come;

Israel shall know it:

The prophet is a fool, the spiritual man is mad,

For the multitude of thine iniquity, and the great hatred.

8 The watchman of Ephraim was with my God:

But the prophet is a snare of a fowler in all his ways,

And hatred in the house of his God.

9 They have deeply corrupted themselves, as in the days of Gibeah:

Therefore he will remember their iniquity, he will visit their sins.

10 I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness;

I saw your fathers as the firstripe in the fig tree at her first time:

But they went to Baal-peor, and separated themselves unto that shame;

And their abominations were according as they loved.

11 As for Ephraim, their glory shall fly away like a bird,

From the birth, and from the womb, and from the conception.

12 Though they bring up their children,

Yet will I bereave them, that there shall not be a man left:

Yea, woe also to them when I depart from them!

13 Ephraim, as I saw Tyrus, is planted in a pleasant place:

But Ephraim shall bring forth his children to the murderer.

14 Give them, O Lord: what wilt thou give?

Give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.

15 All their wickedness is in Gilgal, for there I hated them:

For the wickedness of their doings I will drive them out of mine house,

I will love them no more:

All their princes are revolters.

16 Ephraim is smitten, their root is dried up, they shall bear no fruit:

Yea, though they bring forth, yet will I slay even the beloved fruit of their womb.

17 My God will cast them away, because they did not hearken unto him:

And they shall be wanderers among the nations.