1Don't get it twisted, Israel; your joy ain't like everyone else's. You've been out here cheating on God, chasing after rewards like they're the vibe.

2The floor and winepress ain't gonna feed them, and the new wine's gonna flop, no cap.

3They won't chill in the Lord's land; Ephraim's heading back to Egypt, eating sus stuff in Assyria.

4They ain't offering wine to the Lord, and He ain't feeling it: their sacrifices are like sad bread; anyone who eats it gets tainted, fr.

5What are you gonna do on the serious day and the feast day of the Lord?

6For real, they're out because of destruction: Egypt's picking them up, Memphis is burying them; their chill spots for silver are now just thorns and nettles.

7The days of reckoning are here; Israel's gonna know it: the prophet's a fool, the spiritual dude's lost it, all because of your wild sins and the hate.

8The watchman of Ephraim was with my God, but the prophet's just a trapper everywhere, spreading hate in God's house.

9They've totally messed themselves up, like back in Gibeah: so God's gonna remember their sins and come for them.

10I found Israel like grapes in the desert; I saw your fam like the first figs on the tree, but they went to Baal–peor and embarrassed themselves, loving their own shame.

11Ephraim's glory's gonna dip like a bird, from birth to womb to conception.

12Even if they raise their kids, I'm gonna take them away; no dudes left, and it's gonna be a whole vibe when I'm gone!

13Ephraim, like I saw Tyrus, is planted in a good spot: but Ephraim's gonna hand his kids over to the killer.

14Give them, Lord: what you got? Give them a barren womb and dry breasts, periodt.

15All their wickedness is in Gilgal: I hated them there; because of their evil, I'm kicking them outta my house, loving them no more: all their leaders are rebels.

16Ephraim's been hit hard, their roots are dried up, no fruit's coming: even if they try, I'm taking out the beloved fruit of their womb.

17My God will toss them aside because they didn't listen to Him: they'll be lost among the nations.

1Rejoice not, O Israel, for joy, as other people: for thou hast gone a whoring from thy God, thou hast loved a reward upon every cornfloor.

2The floor and the winepress shall not feed them, and the new wine shall fail in her.

3They shall not dwell in the Lord’s land; but Ephraim shall return to Egypt, and they shall eat unclean things in Assyria.

4They shall not offer wine offerings to the Lord, neither shall they be pleasing unto him: their sacrifices shall be unto them as the bread of mourners; all that eat thereof shall be polluted: for their bread for their soul shall not come into the house of the Lord.

5What will ye do in the solemn day, and in the day of the feast of the Lord?

6For, lo, they are gone because of destruction: Egypt shall gather them up, Memphis shall bury them: the pleasant places for their silver, nettles shall possess them: thorns shall be in their tabernacles.

7The days of visitation are come, the days of recompence are come; Israel shall know it: the prophet is a fool, the spiritual man is mad, for the multitude of thine iniquity, and the great hatred.

8The watchman of Ephraim was with my God: but the prophet is a snare of a fowler in all his ways, and hatred in the house of his God.

9They have deeply corrupted themselves, as in the days of Gibeah: therefore he will remember their iniquity, he will visit their sins.

10I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness; I saw your fathers as the firstripe in the fig tree at her first time: but they went to Baal–peor, and separated themselves unto that shame; and their abominations were according as they loved.

11As for Ephraim, their glory shall fly away like a bird, from the birth, and from the womb, and from the conception.

12Though they bring up their children, yet will I bereave them, that there shall not be a man left: yea, woe also to them when I depart from them!

13Ephraim, as I saw Tyrus, is planted in a pleasant place: but Ephraim shall bring forth his children to the murderer.

14Give them, O Lord: what wilt thou give? give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.

15All their wickedness is in Gilgal: for there I hated them: for the wickedness of their doings I will drive them out of mine house, I will love them no more: all their princes are revolters.

16Ephraim is smitten, their root is dried up, they shall bear no fruit: yea, though they bring forth, yet will I slay even the beloved fruit of their womb.

17My God will cast them away, because they did not hearken unto him: and they shall be wanderers among the nations.