ض ُرِبَ أفْرايِمُ، جِذرُهُمْ جَفَّ تَماماً، وَهُمْ لا يَصنَعُونَ أيَّ ثَمَرٍ. وَحَتَّى إذا حَبِلْنَ، فَإنِّي سَأقتُلُ ما تَلِدُهُ أرحامُهُنَّ.»
Ephraim is smitten, their root is dried up, they shall bear no fruit: yea, though they bring forth, yet will I slay the beloved fruit of their womb.
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