Ephraim’s glory will fly away like a bird— no birth, no pregnancy, no conception.
Even if they rear children, I will bereave them of every one. Woe to them when I turn away from them!
I have seen Ephraim, like Tyre, planted in a pleasant place. But Ephraim will bring out their children to the slayer.”
Give them, LORD— what will you give them? Give them wombs that miscarry and breasts that are dry.