Even if they bring up children, I will bereave them till none is left. Woe to them when I depart from them!
E'phraim's sons, as I have seen, are destined for a prey; E'phraim must lead forth his sons to slaughter.
Give them, O LORD--what wilt thou give? Give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.
Every evil of theirs is in Gilgal; there I began to hate them. Because of the wickedness of their deeds I will drive them out of my house. I will love them no more; all their princes are rebels.
E'phraim is stricken, their root is dried up, they shall bear no fruit. Even though they bring forth, I will slay their beloved children.
My God will cast them off, because they have not hearkened to him; they shall be wanderers among the nations.