So I will become like a lion to them; like a leopard I will lurk beside the road.
I will fall upon them like a bear robbed of her cubs, and I will tear open the covering of their hearts. I will devour them like a lion, as a wild animal would eat them.
I will destroy you, Israel; for you didn't realize that I could help you.
Where is your king now, so that he can save you? Where in all your cities are your judges, of whom you said, "Give me a king and rulers"?
I gave you a king in my anger, and I took him away in my wrath.
Ephraim's wickedness is bound up; his sin is kept in store.
The pangs of a woman in childbirth come for him, but he is not aware of the time to be born; for at the proper time he doesn't present himself at the mouth of the womb.
Will I ransom them from the power of the grave Will I redeem them from death's hold? Death, where are your diseases? Grave, where is your destruction? Compassion is hidden from my eyes.
Although he may flourish among rushes, the east wind will come— the breath of God rising from the wilderness; and his spring will dry up; his fountain will be dried up. It will strip his household of every cherished possession.
Samaria will be desolate, because she has rebelled against her God; by the sword they will fall— their babies will be dashed, and their pregnant women ripped open.