Hosea 9

ECB^{(i) 1} Neither cheer, O Yisra El; nor twirl as people: for you whore from your Elohim, you love a payoff on every crop threshingfloor. ² The threshingfloor and the trough, they tend not and the juice in her deceives: ³ they settle not in the land of Yah Veh; and Ephrayim returns to Misrayim, and they eat the foul in Ashshur. ⁴ They neither libate wine to Yah Veh, nor please him: their sacrifices are to them as the bread of mischief; all who eat are fouled: for their bread for their soul comes not into the house of Yah Veh. ⁵ What work you in the day of the season and in the day of the celebration of Yah Veh? ⁶ For behold, they are gone because of ravage: Misrayim gathers them; Moph entombs them: as for the desirables of their silver, thistles possess them: thorns are in their tents. ⁷ The days of visitation approach, the days of satisfaction approach; Yisra El knows: the prophet is a fool: the man of the spirit is insane, because of the abundance of your perversity and the great enmity. ⁸ Ephrayim is the watcher of my Elohim: the prophet is a snare of the snarer in all his ways; and enmity is in the house of his El. ⁹ They deepen; they ruin as in the days of Gibah: he remembers their perversity; he visits their sins. ¹⁰ I find Yisra El as grapes in the wilderness; I see your fathers as the firstripe in the fig tree at her beginning: they - they go to Baal Peor, and separate themselves to shame - their abominations are as their love. ¹¹ Ephrayim is as a fowl their honor flies from the birth and from the belly and from the conception. ¹² Though they nourish their sons, yet I bereave them - without a human: yes also, woe to them when I turn aside from them! ¹³ Ephrayim, as I saw Sor, is transplanted in a habitation of rest: and Ephrayim brings his sons to the slaughterer. ¹⁴ Give them, O Yah Veh! What give you? Give them an aborting womb and dry breasts. ¹⁵ All their evil is in Gilgal; surely, there I hated them: for the evil of their exploits I drive them from my house; I add not to love them: all their governors are revolters. ¹⁶ Ephrayim is smitten: their root withers; they work no fruit: yes, though they birth, yet I slay the desire of their belly. ¹⁷ My Elohim spurns them, because they hearken not to him: and they become wanderers among the goyim.