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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 Baalpe­or, 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.