King James VersionHosea7

Hosea

1 When I would have healed Is­rael, then the in­iq­ui­ty of Ephraim was dis­cov­ered, and the wicked­ness of Samaria: for they com­mit false­hood; and the thief cometh in, and the troop of rob­bers spoi­leth with­out. 2 And they con­sid­er not in their hearts that I re­mem­ber all their wicked­ness: now their own do­ings have be­set them about; they are be­fore my face. 3 They make the king glad with their wicked­ness, and the princes with their lies. 4 They are all adul­ter­ers, as an oven heat­ed by the bak­er, who ceaseth from rais­ing af­ter he hath knead­ed the dough, un­til it be leav­ened. 5 In the day of our king the princes have made him sick with bot­tles of wine; he stretched out his hand with scorners. 6 For they have made ready their heart like an oven, whiles they lie in wait: their bak­er sleep­eth all the night; in the morn­ing it bur­neth as a flam­ing fire. 7 They are all hot as an oven, and have de­voured their judges; all their kings are fall­en: there is none among them that cal­leth unto me. 8 Ephraim, he hath mixed him­self among the peo­ple; Ephraim is a cake not turned. 9 Strangers have de­voured his strength, and he knoweth it not: yea, gray hairs are here and there upon him, yet he knoweth not. 10 And the pride of Is­rael tes­ti­fi­eth to his face: and they do not re­turn to the LORD their God, nor seek him for all this. 11 Ephraim also is like a sil­ly dove with­out heart: they call to Egypt, they go to As­syr­ia. 12 When they shall go, I will spread my net upon them; I will bring them down as the fowls of the heav­en; I will chas­tise them, as their con­gre­ga­tion hath heard. 13 Woe unto them! for they have fled from me: de­struc­tion unto them! be­cause they have trans­gressed against me: though I have re­deemed them, yet they have spo­ken lies against me. 14 And they have not cried unto me with their heart, when they howled upon their beds: they as­sem­ble them­selves for corn and wine, and they rebel against me. 15 Though I have bound and strength­ened their arms, yet do they imag­ine mis­chief against me. 16 They re­turn, but not to the most High: they are like a de­ceit­ful bow: their princes shall fall by the sword for the rage of their tongue: this shall be their de­ri­sion in the land of Egypt.