REJOICE not, O Yashar'el, for joy, as other people: for you have gone a whoring from your Elohiym, you have loved a reward upon every threshingfloor.
The floor and the winepress shall not feed them, and the new wine shall fail in her.
They shall not dwell in Yahuah's land; but Ephrayim shall return to Mitsrayim, and they shall eat unclean things in Ashshur.
They shall not offer wine offerings to Yahuah, neither shall they be pleasing unto him: their sacrifices shall be unto them as the bread of mourners; all that eat thereof shall be polluted: for their bread for their soul shall not come into the house of Yahuah.
What will ye do in the solemn day, and in the day of the Feast of Yahuah?
For, lo, they are gone because of destruction: Mitsrayim shall gather them up, Memphis shall bury them: the pleasant places for their silver, nettles shall possess them: thorns shall be in their tabernacles.
The days of visitation are come, the days of recompence are come; Yashar'el shall know it: the prophet is a fool, the spiritual man is mad, for the multitude of your iniquity, and the great hatred.
The watchman of Ephrayim was with my Elohiym: but the prophet is a snare of a fowler in all his ways, and hatred in the house of his Elohiym.
They have deeply corrupted themselves, as in the days of Giv'ah: therefore he will remember their iniquity, he will visit their sins.
I found Yashar'el like grapes in the wilderness; I saw your fathers as the firstripe in the fig tree at her first time: but they went to Ba`al Pe`or, and separated themselves unto that shame; and their abominations were according as they loved.
As for Ephrayim, their glory shall fly away like a bird, from the birth, and from the womb, and from the conception.
Though they bring up their children, yet will I bereave them, that there shall not be a man left: yea, woe also to them when I depart from them!
Ephrayim, as I saw Tsor, is planted in a pleasant place: but Ephrayim shall bring forth his children to the murderer.
Give them, O Yahuah: what will you give? give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.
All their wickedness is in Gilgal: for there I hated them: for the wickedness of their doings I will drive them out of my house, I will love them no more: all their princes are revolters.
Ephrayim is smitten, their root is dried up, they shall bear no fruit: yea, though they bring forth, yet will I slay even the beloved fruit of their womb.
My Elohiym will cast them away, because they did not hearken unto him: and they shall be wanderers among the nations.