ECB(i)
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.