Hosea 9
1Rejoice not, O Israel, for joy, as other people: 1 For thou hast gone a whoring from thy God, 1 Thou hast loved a reward upon every cornfloor. 1
2The floor and the winepress shall not feed them, 1 And the new wine shall fail in her. 1
3They shall not dwell in the Lord’s land; 1 But Ephraim shall return to Egypt, 1 And they shall eat unclean things in Assyria. 1
4They shall not offer wine offerings to the Lord, 1 Neither shall they be pleasing unto him: 1 Their sacrifices shall be unto them as the bread of mourners; 1 All that eat thereof shall be polluted: 1 For their bread for their soul shall not come into the house of the Lord. 1
5What will ye do in the solemn day, 1 And in the day of the feast of the Lord? 1
6For lo, they are gone because of destruction: 1 Egypt shall gather them up, Memphis shall bury them: 1 The pleasant places for their silver, nettles shall possess them: 1 Thorns shall be in their tabernacles. 1
7The days of visitation are come, 1 The days of recompence are come; 1 Israel shall know it: 1 The prophet is a fool, the spiritual man is mad, 1 For the multitude of thine iniquity, and the great hatred. 1
8The watchman of Ephraim was with my God: 1 But the prophet is a snare of a fowler in all his ways, 1 And hatred in the house of his God. 1
9They have deeply corrupted themselves, as in the days of Gibeah: 1 Therefore he will remember their iniquity, he will visit their sins. 1
10I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness; 1 I saw your fathers as the firstripe in the fig tree at her first time: 1 But they went to Baal-peor, and separated themselves unto that shame; 1 And their abominations were according as they loved. 1
11As for Ephraim, their glory shall fly away like a bird, 1 From the birth, and from the womb, and from the conception. 1
12Though they bring up their children, 1 Yet will I bereave them, that there shall not be a man left: 1 Yea, woe also to them when I depart from them! 1
13Ephraim, as I saw Tyrus, is planted in a pleasant place: 1 But Ephraim shall bring forth his children to the murderer. 1
14Give them, O Lord: what wilt thou give? 1 Give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts. 1
15All their wickedness is in Gilgal, for there I hated them: 1 For the wickedness of their doings I will drive them out of mine house, 1 I will love them no more: 1 All their princes are revolters. 1
16Ephraim is smitten, their root is dried up, they shall bear no fruit: 1 Yea, though they bring forth, yet will I slay even the beloved fruit of their womb. 1
17My God will cast them away, because they did not hearken unto him: 1 And they shall be wanderers among the nations.