As a healing for Yisra'el, the guilt of Efrayim is revealed, and the evils of Shomron, for they practiced falsehood, and a thief enters, a raiding troop outside.

And they do not say in their heart, 'All their evil I have remembered.' Now their deeds surround them; they are before my face.

With their evil they make a king rejoice, and with their lies, rulers.

All of them are adulterers, like a heated oven, the baker ceases from it from the city until it is leavened.

On the day of our king, rulers became sick with the heat of wine; he stretched out his hand with mockers.

For they drew near like an oven to their heart in their plotting; all night their baker sleeps; in the morning it is burning like a flaming fire.

All of them are hot like an oven, and they devour their judges; all their kings have fallen; there is no one calling to me.

Efrayim, among the peoples, he mixes himself; Efrayim is a cake unturned.

Strangers devour his strength, and he does not know; even gray hairs are scattered on him, and he does not know.

And the pride of Yisra'el answers to his face, and they do not return to יהוה their Elohim, and they do not seek him in all this.

And Efrayim is like a dove, foolish, without heart; they call to Mitsrayim, they go to Ashshur.

As they go, I will spread my net over them; I will bring them down like birds of the sky; I will chastise them according to the report of their assembly.

Woe to them, for they have wandered from me! Ruin to them, for they have sinned against me! And I would redeem them, but they spoke lies against me.

And they do not cry to me with their heart, but they wail on their beds; for grain and new wine they gather themselves; they turn against me.

And I disciplined them, I strengthened their arms, and against me they plot evil.

They return, not upward. Like a faulty bow they fall by the sword; their rulers are for the scorn of their tongue; this is their mockery in the land of Mitsrayim.