Osee 9

¹Be not glad Israel, rejoice not as the peoples: because thou hast fornicated from thy God, thou hast loved reward above all the floors of wheat.

²The floor and the winepress shall not feed them, and the wine shall lie to them.

³They shall not dwell in the land of our Lord: Ephraim is returned into Ægypt, and among the Assyrians he hath eaten the thing polluted.

⁴They shall not offer wine to our Lord, and they shall not please him: their sacrifices as the bread of mourners: all that shall eat it shall be contaminated: because their bread for their soul, shall not enter into the house of our Lord.

⁵What will you do in the solemn day, in the day of the festivity of our Lord?

⁶For behold they are gone forth from destruction: Ægypt shall gather them together, Memphis shall bury them: their silver to be desired the nettle shall inherit, the bur in their tabernacles.

⁷The days of visitation are come, the days are come of retributions: know o Israel the foolish Prophet, the mad spiritual man, for the multitude of thine iniquity, the multitude also madness.

⁸The watchman of Ephraim with my God: the Prophet is made a snare of ruin upon all his ways, madness in the house of his God.

⁹They have sinned deeply, as in the days of Gabaa: he will remember their iniquity, and will visit their sin.

¹⁰As grapes in the desert I found Israel: as the first fruits of the fig-tree in the top thereof I saw their fathers: but they have entered into Beelphegor, and are alienated into confusion, and are become abominable, as those things, which they loved.

¹¹Ephraim as a bird hath flown away, their glory from birth, and from the womb, and from conception.

¹²But if they shall nourish up their children, I will make them without children among men: yea and woe to them, when I shall depart from them.

¹³Ephraim, as I saw, was Tyre founded in beauty: & Ephraim shall lead out his children to the murderer.

¹⁴Give them o Lord, what wilt thou give to them? Give them a womb without children, & dry breasts.

¹⁵All their wicked in Galgal, because there I hated them: for the malice of their inventions I will cast them forth out of my house: I will not add to love them, all their princes revolters.

¹⁶Ephraim is strucken, their root is dried up, they shall yield no fruit. But and if they shall have issue, I will kill the best beloved things of their womb.

¹⁷My God will cast them away, because they hear him not: and they shall be vagabonds in the nations.