Where now is your king, to save you; where are all your princes, to defend you--those of whom you said, "Give me a king and princes"?
I have given you kings in my anger, and I have taken them away in my wrath.
The iniquity of E'phraim is bound up, his sin is kept in store.
The pangs of childbirth come for him, but he is an unwise son; for now he does not present himself at the mouth of the womb.
Shall I ransom them from the power of Sheol? Shall I redeem them from Death? O Death, where are your plagues? O Sheol, where is your destruction? Compassion is hid from my eyes.
Though he may flourish as the reed plant, the east wind, the wind of the LORD, shall come, rising from the wilderness; and his fountain shall dry up, his spring shall be parched; it shall strip his treasury of every precious thing.
Sama'ria shall bear her guilt, because she has rebelled against her God; they shall fall by the sword, their little ones shall be dashed in pieces, and their pregnant women ripped open.