“What can I do with you, Ephraim? What can I do with you, Judah? Your love is like the morning mist, like the early dew that disappears.
Therefore I cut you in pieces with my prophets, I killed you with the words of my mouth— then my judgments go forth like the sun.
For I desire mercy, not sacrifice, and acknowledgment of God rather than burnt offerings.
As at Adam, they have broken the covenant; they were unfaithful to me there.
Gilead is a city of evildoers, stained with footprints of blood.
As marauders lie in ambush for a victim, so do bands of priests; they murder on the road to Shechem, carrying out their wicked schemes.
I have seen a horrible thing in Israel: There Ephraim is given to prostitution, Israel is defiled.
“Also for you, Judah, a harvest is appointed. “Whenever I would restore the fortunes of my people,