When Yisra᾽el was a child, then I loved him, and called my son out of Miżrayim.

As they called them, so they went from them: they sacrificed to the Be῾alim, and burned incense to graven images.

It was I who taught Efrayim to walk, taking them by their arms; but they knew not that I healed them.

I drew them with human cords, with leading strings of love: and I was to them as they that lift off the yoke from their jaws, and I held food out to them.

He should not have returned to the land of Miżrayim; nor should Ashshur have been their king.

Because they refused to return, the sword shall abide in his cities, and shall consume his branches, and devour them, because of their own counsels.

And my people are bent on turning away from me: though they called them to rise, none at all would raise himself.

How shall I give thee up, O Efrayim? how shall I surrender thee, O Yisra᾽el? how shall I make thee like Adma; how shall I set thee like Żevoyim? my heart is turned within me, all my compassion is kindled.

I will not execute the fierceness of my anger, I will not turn to destroy Efrayim: for I am God, and not man; the Holy One in the midst of thee: and I will not come as an enemy.

They shall walk after the Lord, who shall roar like a lion: when he shall roar, then the children shall come trembling from the west.

They shall come trembling like a bird out of Miżrayim and like a dove out of the land of Ashshur: and I will place them in their houses, says the Lord.