When Ephraim spoke,כְּדַבֵּר אֶפְרַיִםthere was trembling;רְתֵתheהוּאwas exaltedנָשָׂאin Israel;בְּיִשְׂרָאֵלbut he became guiltyוַיֶּאְשַׁםthrough Baalבַּבַּעַלand died.וַיָּמֹת
And nowוְעַתָּהthey keepיוֹסִפוּsinning,לַחֲטֹאand they have madeוַיַּעְשׂוּfor themselvesלָהֶםa cast imageמַסֵּכָהfrom their silver,מִכַּסְפָּםidolsעֲצַבִּיםaccording to their understanding,כִּתְבוּנָםthe workמַעֲשֵׂהof craftsmen,חָרָשִׁיםall of it;כֻּלֹּהto themלָהֶםtheyהֵםsay,אֹמְרִים“Those who sacrificeזֹבְחֵיhuman beings,אָדָםlet them kissיִשָּׁקוּןcalves.”עֲגָלִים
Thereforeלָכֵןthey will beיִהְיוּlike a morningכַּ בֹּקֶרcloud,עֲנַןand like the dewוְכַטַּלthat goes awayהֹלֵךְearly,מַשְׁכִּיםlike chaffכְּמֹץthat is swept by the stormיְסֹעֵרfrom the threshing floor,מִגֹּרֶןand like smokeוּכְעָשָׁןfrom a window.מֵאֲרֻבָּה
But Iוְאָנֹכִיam YHWHיְהוָהyour Elohimאֱלֹהֶיךָfrom the landמֵאֶרֶץof Egypt;מִצְרָיִםand a godוֵאלֹהִיםbesides meזוּלָתִיyou do notלֹאknow,תֵדָעand there is noוּ אַיִןsaviorמוֹשִׁיעַexcept me.בִּלְתִּי
Iאֲנִיknew youיְדַעְתִּיךָin the wilderness,בַּמִּדְבָּרin a landבְּאֶרֶץof droughts.תַּלְאֻבוֹת
According to their pasture,כְּמַרְעִיתָםthey were satisfied;וַיִּשְׂבָּעוּthey were satisfied,שָׂבְעוּand their heartוַ לִבָּםwas exalted;יָּרָםthereforeעַל כֵּןthey forgot me.שְׁכֵחוּנִי
And I becameוָאֱהִיto themלָהֶםlikeכְּמוֹa fierce lion;שָׁחַלlike a leopardכְּנָמֵרbyעַלthe roadדֶּרֶךְI will lurk.אָשׁוּר
I will meet themאֶפְגְּשֵׁםlike a bearכְּדֹבrobbed of her cubs,שַׁכּוּלand I will tear openוְאֶקְרַעthe coveringסְגוֹרof their heart,לִבָּםand thereוְ שָׁםI will devour themאֹכְלֵםlike a lioness;כְּלָבִיאthe animalחַיַּתof the fieldהַשָּׂדֶהwill rip them apart.תְּבַקְּעֵם
It has destroyed you,שִׁחֶתְךָIsrael,יִשְׂרָאֵלthatכִּיyou are against me,בִיagainst your help.בְעֶזְרֶךָ
Whereאֱהִיis your kingמַלְכְּךָnow,אֵפוֹאthat he may save youוְיוֹשִׁיעֲךָin allבְּכָלyour cities?עָרֶיךָAnd your judges,וְשֹׁפְטֶיךָof whomאֲשֶׁרyou said,אָמַרְתָּ“Giveתְּנָהmeלִּיa kingמֶלֶךְand princes”?וְשָׂרִים
I gaveאֶתֶּןyouלְךָa kingמֶלֶךְin my anger,בְּאַפִּיand I took him awayוְאֶקַּחin my wrath.בְּעֶבְרָתִי
The iniquityעֲוֺןof Ephraimאֶפְרָיִםis bound up,צָרוּרhis sinחַטָּאתוֹstored away.צְפוּנָה
The painsחֶבְלֵיof a woman giving birthיוֹלֵדָהwill comeיָבֹאוּon him;לוֹheהוּאis a sonבֵןnotלֹאwise,חָכָםforכִּיat the timeעֵתhe does notלֹאpresent himselfיַעֲמֹדat the opening of the wombבְּמִשְׁבַּרfor children.בָּנִים
From the handמִיַּדof SheolשְׁאוֹלI will ransom them;אֶפְדֵּםfrom deathמִמָּוֶתI will redeem them.אֶגְאָלֵםWhereאֱהִיare your plagues,דְבָרֶיךָdeath?מָוֶתWhereאֱהִיis your destruction,קָטָבְךָSheol?שְׁאוֹלRelentingנֹחַםwill be hiddenיִסָּתֵרfrom my eyes.מֵעֵינָי
Thoughכִּיheהוּאis fruitfulיַפְרִיאamongבֵּןbrothers,אַחִיםan east windקָדִיםwill come,יָבוֹאthe windרוּחַof YHWHיְהוָהrisingעֹלֶהfrom the wilderness;מִמִּדְבָּרand his springוְ מְקוֹרוֹwill dry up,יֵבוֹשׁand his fountainמַעְיָנוֹwill be parched;וְיֶחֱרַבitהוּאwill plunderיִשְׁסֶהthe treasureאוֹצַרof everyכָּלpreciousחֶמְדָּהobject.כְּלִי
Samariaשֹׁמְרוֹןwill be held guilty,תֶּאְשַׁםforכִּיshe has rebelledמָרְתָהagainst her Elohim;בֵּאלֹהֶיהָby the swordבַּחֶרֶבthey will fall;יִפֹּלוּtheir infantsעֹלְלֵיהֶםwill be dashed to pieces,יְרֻטָּשׁוּand their pregnant womenוְהָרִיּוֹתָיוripped open.יְבֻקָּעוּ