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CHAPTER 13

                 1When Ephraim spoke in trembling,

                     he was a prince in Israel,

                         but he was guilty with Baal and died.

                 2And now they continue to offend

                     and make themselves molten images

                 from their silver in their form as idols,

                     all of it craftsmen’s work.

                 To them they say:

                     sacrifices of man, calves to be kissed.

                 3Therefore shall they be like a morning cloud

                     and like early dew that melts away,

                 like chaff whirled out from the threshing floor

                     and like smoke from a chimney.

                 4Yet I am the LORD your God

                     ever since the land of Egypt,

                 and no God save Me shall you know

                     and no rescuer except for Me.

                 5I knew you in the wilderness

                     in a parched land.

                 6When they grazed and they were sated,

                     they were sated and grew proud.

                         Therefore they forgot Me.

                 7And I will become to them like a lion,

                     like a leopard I spy on the way.

                 8I will meet them like a bear robbed of her cubs

                     and rip the sinews round their heart.

                 And I will devour them there like a lion,

                     the beasts of the field shall tear them apart.

                 9You are ruined, O Israel,

                     for who will come to your aid?

                 10Where is your king, then?

                     Let him rescue you in all your towns.

                 And your leaders to whom you said,

                     Give me a king and nobles.”

                 11But I will give you a king in My wrath

                     and take him away in My anger.

                 12Ephraim’s crime is bundled up,

                     hidden, his offense.

                 13Birth pangs come upon him,

                     and the child is not wise.

                 For now he shall not last

                     on the birth-stool for children.

                 14From Sheol shall I ransom them,

                     from death shall I redeem them?

                 Where are your words, O Death,

                     where your scourge, O Sheol?

                         Regret is hidden from My eyes.

                 15Though he put forth fruit in meadows,

                     the east wind shall come, the LORD’s wind.

                         from the desert rising up.

                 And his fountain shall dry up

                     and his spring shall arid be.

                 It shall ravage treasure,

                     every precious vessel.