Because Yisra'el is a youth and I loved him, and from Mitsrayim I called my son.

They called them, so they went from their presence to the Ba'alim; they sacrificed and to the graven images they offered incense.

And I myself trained Efrayim, I took them on my arms, and they did not know that I healed them.

With cords of Adam I drew them, with bonds of love, and I was to them like those who lift the yoke on their jaws, and I gently fed them.

He will not return to the land of Mitsrayim, and Ashshur is his king, because they refused to return.

And a sword will strike in their cities, and it will consume their bars, and it will eat from their fortifications.

And my people are hanging for my return, and to the Most High they call out; together they will not be lifted up.

How can I give you up, Efrayim? How can I hand you over, Yisra'el? How can I make you like Admáh? How can I set you like Tsiv'im? My heart has turned within me; my compassions have been stirred together.

I will not execute the fierceness of my anger; I will not return to destroy Efrayim, because I am Elohim and not a man in your midst, a Holy One, and I will not come in a city.

They will walk after יהוה; like a lion he will roar, because he will roar, and the sons will tremble from the sea.

They will tremble like a bird from Mitsrayim, and like a dove from the land of Ashshur, and I will settle them on their houses, declares יהוה.