When I would healכְּרָפְאִיIsrael,לְיִשְׂרָאֵלthe iniquityעֲוֺןof Ephraimאֶפְרַיִםwas uncovered,וְנִגְלָהand the evilsוְרָעוֹתof Samaria;שֹׁמְרוֹןforכִּיthey practiceפָעֲלוּfalsehood;שָׁקֶרand the thiefוְגַנָּבcomes in,יָבוֹאand the band of raidersגְּדוּדraidsפָּשַׁטoutside.בַּחוּץ
And they do notוּבַלsayיֹאמְרוּto their heartלִלְבָבָםthat allכָּלtheir evilרָעָתָםI remember;זָכָרְתִּיnowעַתָּהtheir deedsמַעַלְלֵיהֶםsurround them;סְבָבוּםthey areהָיוּbefore my face.נֶגֶד פָּנַי
With their evilבְּרָעָתָםthey make the king glad,יְשַׂמְּחוּ מֶלֶךְand with their liesוּבְכַחֲשֵׁיהֶםthe princes.שָׂרִים
All of themכֻּלָּםare adulterers,מְנָאֲפִיםlikeכְּמוֹan ovenתַנּוּרheatedבֹּעֵרָהby the baker,מֵאֹפֶהwho stopsיִשְׁבּוֹתstirring the fireמֵעִירfrom the kneadingמִלּוּשׁof the doughבָּצֵקuntilעַדit is leavened.חֻמְצָתוֹ
On the dayיוֹםof our kingמַלְכֵּנוּthe princesשָׂרִיםmade themselves sickהֶחֱלוּwith the heatחֲמַתof wine;מִיָּיִןhe stretched outמָשַׁךְhis handיָדוֹwith mockers.לֹצְצִים
Forכִּיthey have brought nearקֵרְבוּtheir heartלִבָּםlike an ovenכַתַּנּוּרin their plotting;בְּאָרְבָּםallכָּלnightהַלַּיְלָהtheir bakerאֹפֵהֶםsleeps;יָשֵׁןin the morningבֹּקֶרitהוּאburnsבֹעֵרlike a flamingלֶהָבָהfire.כְּאֵשׁ
All of themכֻּלָּםgrow hotיֵחַמּוּlike an oven,כַּתַּנּוּרand they devourוְאָכְלוּtheir judges;שֹׁפְטֵיהֶםallכָּלtheir kingsמַלְכֵיהֶםhave fallen;נָפָלוּthere is no oneאֵיןamong themבָהֶםwho callsקֹרֵאto me.אֵלָי
Ephraimאֶפְרַיִםmixes himselfהוּא יִתְבּוֹלָלamong the peoples;בָּעַמִּיםEphraimאֶפְרַיִםhas becomeהָיָהa cakeעֻגָהnotבְּלִיturned over.הֲפוּכָה
Strangersזָרִיםhave devouredאָכְלוּhis strength,כֹּחוֹand heוְהוּאdoes notלֹאknow it;יָדָעgray hairשֵׂיבָהalsoגַּםis sprinkledזָרְקָהon him,בּוֹand heוְהוּאdoes notלֹאknow it.יָדָע
And the prideוְ גְאוֹןof Israelיִשְׂרָאֵלtestifiesעָנָהto his face;בְּפָנָיוand they have notוְלֹאreturnedשָׁבוּto YHWHאֶל יְהוָהtheir Elohim,אֱלֹהֵיהֶםand they have notוְלֹאsought himבִקְשֻׁהוּin allבְּכָלthis.זֹאת
And Ephraimוַ אֶפְרַיִםhas becomeיְהִיlike a dove,כְּיוֹנָהsimple,פוֹתָהwithoutאֵיןheart;לֵבto Egyptמִצְרַיִםthey call,קָרָאוּto Assyriaאַשּׁוּרthey go.הָלָכוּ
Asכַּאֲשֶׁרthey go,יֵלֵכוּI will spreadאֶפְרוֹשׂmy netרִשְׁתִּיover them;עֲלֵיהֶםlike the birdsכְּעוֹףof the heavensהַשָּׁמַיִםI will bring them down;אוֹרִידֵםI will discipline themאַיְסִרֵםaccording to the reportכְּשֵׁמַעto their community.לַעֲדָתָם
Woeאוֹיto them,לָהֶםforכִּיthey have strayedנָדְדוּfrom me!מִמֶּנִּיDestructionשֹׁדto them,לָהֶםforכִּיthey have transgressedפָשְׁעוּagainst me!בִיAnd Iוְאָנֹכִיwould redeem them,אֶפְדֵּםbut theyוְהֵמָּהspeakדִּבְּרוּliesכְּזָבִיםagainst me.עָלַי
And they do notוְלֹאcry outזָעֲקוּto meאֵלַיwith their heart,בְּלִבָּםbutכִּיthey wailיְיֵלִילוּon their beds;עַל מִשְׁכְּבוֹתָםforעַלgrainדָּגָןand new wineוְתִירוֹשׁthey gather themselves;יִתְגּוֹרָרוּthey turn awayיָסוּרוּfrom me.בִי
And Iוַאֲנִיdisciplined them,יִסַּרְתִּיI strengthenedחִזַּקְתִּיtheir arms,זְרוֹעֹתָםyet against meוְאֵלַיthey deviseיְחַשְּׁבוּevil.רָע
They turn,יָשׁוּבוּbut notלֹאupward;עָלthey have becomeהָיוּlike a deceitfulרְמִיָּהbow;כְּקֶשֶׁתtheir princesשָׂרֵיהֶםwill fallיִפְּלוּby the swordבַחֶרֶבbecause of the furyמִזַּעַםof their tongue;לְשׁוֹנָםthisזוֹwill be their derisionלַעְגָּםin the landבְּאֶרֶץof Egypt.מִצְרָיִם