Israel Will Be Punished
1   Rejoice  not, O Israel, for joy,  as  other people: for you have played the harlot against your God, you have loved for hire upon every threshing floor.
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 like the bread of mourners; all that eat of it shall be defiled: for their bread for their soul shall not come into the house of the LORD.
5   What will you 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 precious things of their  silver,  nettles  shall  possess them: thorns shall be in their tents.
7   The days of punishment have come, the days  of  recompense  have  come;  Israel  shall know it: the prophet is a fool, the spiritual man is mad, because of the multitude of your 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 punish their sins.
10   I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness; I saw your fathers as the firstfruits on the fig tree in its first season: but they went to Baalpeor, and separated themselves unto that shame; and they became abominations like the thing they loved.
11   As for Ephraim, their glory shall fly away like   a   bird,   no   birth,   no   pregnancy,   no 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 Tyre, is planted in a pleasant place: but Ephraim shall bring forth his children to the murderer.
14   Give them, O LORD: what will you 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 deeds I will drive them out of my house, I will love them no more: all their princes are rebels.
16   Ephraim is smitten, their root is dried up, they shall bear no fruit: yea, though they bring forth, yet will I slay even their beloved children.
17   My God will cast them away, because they did not hearken unto him: and they shall be wanderers among the nations.