Blow the horn in Gib'e-ah, the trumpet in Ramah. Sound the alarm at Beth-a'ven; tremble, O Benjamin!
E'phraim shall become a desolation in the day of punishment; among the tribes of Israel I declare what is sure.
The princes of Judah have become like those who remove the landmark; upon them I will pour out my wrath like water.
E'phraim is oppressed, crushed in judgment, because he was determined to go after vanity.
Therefore I am like a moth to E'phraim, and like dry rot to the house of Judah.
When E'phraim saw his sickness, and Judah his wound, then E'phraim went to Assyria, and sent to the great king. But he is not able to cure you or heal your wound.
For I will be like a lion to E'phraim, and like a young lion to the house of Judah. I, even I, will rend and go away, I will carry off, and none shall rescue.
I will return again to my place, until they acknowledge their guilt and seek my face, and in their distress they seek me, saying,