8 Ephraim is looking 'away' from My God, The prophet! a snare of a fowler 'is' over all his ways, Hatred 'is' in the house of his God.
9 They have gone deep -- have done corruptly, As 'in' the days of Gibeah, He doth remember their iniquity, He doth inspect their sins.
10 As grapes in a wilderness I found Israel, As the first-fruit in a fig-tree, at its beginning, I have seen your fathers, They -- they have gone in 'to' Baal-Peor, And are separated to a shameful thing, And are become abominable like their love.
11 Ephraim 'is' as a fowl, Fly away doth their honour, without birth, And without womb, and without conception.
12 For though they nourish their sons, I have made them childless -- without man, Surely also, wo to them, when I turn aside from them.
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