1 ` Rejoice not, O Israel, be not joyful like the peoples, For thou hast gone a-whoring from thy God, Thou hast loved a gift near all floors of corn.

2 F loor and wine-press do not delight them, And new wine doth fail in her,

3 T hey do not abide in the land of Jehovah, And turned back hath Ephraim Egypt, And in Asshur an unclean thing they eat.

4 T hey pour not out wine to Jehovah, Nor are they sweet to Him, Their sacrifices as bread of mourners to them, All eating it are unclean: For their bread for themselves, It doth not come into the house of Jehovah.

5 W hat do ye at the day appointed? And at the day of Jehovah's festival?

6 F or, lo, they have gone because of destruction, Egypt gathereth them, Moph burieth them, The desirable things of their silver, Nettles possess them -- a thorn in their tents.

7 C ome in have the days of inspection, Come in have the days of recompence, Israel doth know! a fool the prophet, Mad the man of the Spirit, Because of the abundance of thine iniquity, And great the hatred.

8 E phraim is looking from My God, The prophet! a snare of a fowler over all his ways, Hatred in the house of his God.

9 T hey have gone deep -- have done corruptly, As the days of Gibeah, He doth remember their iniquity, He doth inspect their sins.

10 A s grapes in a wilderness I found Israel, As the first-fruit in a fig-tree, at its beginning, I have seen your fathers, They -- they have gone in Baal-Peor, And are separated to a shameful thing, And are become abominable like their love.

11 E phraim as a fowl, Fly away doth their honour, without birth, And without womb, and without conception.

12 F or though they nourish their sons, I have made them childless -- without man, Surely also, wo to them, when I turn aside from them.

13 E phraim! when I have looked to the rock, Is planted in comeliness, And Ephraim to bring out unto a slayer his sons.

14 G ive to them, Jehovah -- what dost Thou give? Give to them miscarrying womb, and dry breasts.

15 A ll their evil in Gilgal, Surely there I have hated them, Because of the evil of their doings, Out of My house I do drive them, I add not to love them, all their heads apostates.

16 E phraim hath been smitten, Their root hath dried up, fruit they yield not, Yea, though they bring forth, I have put to death the desired of their womb.

17 R eject them doth my God, Because they have not hearkened to Him, And they are wanderers among nations!