Chapter 9
1
Rejoice not, O Israel, neither make merry, as other nations: for thou hast gone a-whoring from thy God; thou hast loved gifts upon every threshing-floor.
2
The threshing-floor and wine-press knew them not, and the wine disappointed them.
3
They dwelt not in the Lord's land: Ephraim dwelt in Egypt, and they shall eat unclean things among the Assyrians.
4
They have not offered wine to the Lord, neither have their sacrifices been sweet to him, but as the bread of mourning to them; all that eat them shall be defiled; for their bread for their soul shall not enter into the house of the Lord.
5
What will ye do in the day of the general assembly, and in the day of the feast of the Lord?
6
Therefore, behold, they go forth from the trouble of Egypt, and Memphis shall receive them, and Machmas shall bury them: as for their silver, destruction shall inherit it; thorns shall be in their tents.
7
The days of vengeance are come, the days of thy recompense are come; and Israel shall be afflicted as the prophet that is mad, as a man deranged: by reason of the multitude of thine iniquities thy madness has abounded.
8
The watchman of Ephraim was with God: the prophet is a crooked snare in all his ways: they have established madness in the house of God.
9
They have corrupted themselves according to the days of the hill: he will remember their iniquities, he will take vengeance on their sins.
10
I found Israel as grapes in the wilderness, and I saw their fathers as an early watchman in a fig-tree: they went in to Beel-phegor, and were shamefully estranged, and the abominable became as the beloved.
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Ephraim has flown away as a bird; their glories from the birth, and the travail, and the conception.
12
For even if they should rear their children, yet shall they be utterly bereaved: wherefore also there is woe to them, though my flesh is of them.
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Ephraim, even as I saw, gave their children for a prey; yea, Ephraim was ready to bring out his children to slaughter.
14
Give them, O Lord: what wilt thou give them? a miscarrying womb, and dry breasts.
15
All their wickedness is in Galgal: for there I hated them: because of the wickedness of their practices, I will cast them out of my house, I will not love them any more: all their princes are disobedient.
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Ephraim is sick, he is dried up at his roots, he shall in no wise any more bear fruit: wherefore even if they should beget children, I will kill the desired fruit of their womb.
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God shall reject them, because they have not hearkened to him: and they shall be wanderers among the nations.
