The days of paying back
Don't be glad, Israel. Don't celebrate like the other peoples. Because you have been unfaithful to your God. You have loved the prostitute's pay on every threshing floor. The threshing floor and the winepress won't feed them, and the new wine will fail her. They won't stay in the Lord's land. Ephraim will go back to Egypt, and they will eat unclean food in Assyria. They won't pour out wine offerings to the Lord, and their sacrifices won't please him. Their bread will be like the bread of mourners; everyone who eats it will be defiled. Their bread will be for themselves alone and won't come into the house of the Lord. What will you do on the day of the appointed feast, on the day of the Lord's festival? Look — they are gone because of destruction. Egypt will gather them up; Memphis will bury them. Nettles will possess their pleasant places of silver, and thorns will be in their tents. The days of punishment have come. The days of reckoning have come. Israel will know it. The prophet is a fool, the man of the spirit is mad, because your guilt is so great and your hostility so bitter. The watchman of Ephraim was with my God. But the prophet is a fowler's snare on all his paths, and there is hostility in the house of his God. They have sunk deep into corruption, as in the days of Gibeah. He will remember their guilt and punish their sins. I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness. I saw your fathers like the first ripe fruit on the fig tree at her first season. But they went to Baalpeor and separated themselves to that shame, and their disgusting things were according as they loved. As for Ephraim, their glory will fly away like a bird — no birth, no pregnancy, no conceiving. Even if they bring up children, I will take them away, so not a man is left. Trouble is coming to them when I turn away from them. Ephraim, as I saw Tyrus, is planted in a pleasant place. But Ephraim will bring out his children to the murderer. Give them, Lord — what will you give them? Give them a womb that miscarries and dry breasts. All their wickedness is at Gilgal. That is where I came to hate them. For the wickedness of what they do, I will drive them out of my house. I will love them no more. All their princes are rebels. Ephraim is struck down. Their root is dried up and they will bear no fruit. Even if they give birth, I will kill the beloved children of their womb. My God will reject them, because they have not listened to him. And they will be wanderers among the nations.
Don't celebrate, Israel, with joy like the peoples. Because you've gone whoring away from your God. You've loved a prostitute's pay on every threshing floor. The threshing floor and the winepress won't feed them, and the new wine will fail her. They won't live in the Lord's land. But Ephraim will go back to Egypt, and they'll eat unclean things in Assyria. They won't pour out wine offerings to the Lord, and they won't please him. Their sacrifices will be to them like the bread of mourners. Everyone who eats it will be made unclean. Because their bread for their soul won't come into the house of the Lord. What will you do on the day of the set feast, and on the day of the feast of the Lord? Because look — they've gone because of the wrecking. Egypt will gather them. Memphis will bury them. Nettles will take over the good places of their silver, and thorns will be in their tents. The days of dealing with them have come. The days of paying back have come. Israel will know it. The prophet is a fool, the spiritual man is mad, for the size of your wrongdoing and the great hatred. The watchman of Ephraim was with my God. But the prophet is a fowler's trap on all his ways, and hatred in the house of his God. They've gone deep and gone rotten, like in the days of Gibeah. So he'll remember their wrongdoing. He'll deal with their sins. I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness. I saw your fathers like the first ripe fruit on the fig tree at its first season. But they went to Baal Peor and set themselves apart for that shameful thing, and turned as disgusting as the thing they loved. As for Ephraim, their glory will fly off like a bird — no birth, no carrying, no conceiving. Though they bring up their children, I'll leave them with none, so there's not a man left. Yes, trouble is coming to them too when I go from them. Ephraim, the way I saw Tyre, is planted in a good place. But Ephraim will bring his children out to the killer. Give them, Lord — what will you give? Give them a womb that loses and dry breasts. All their wickedness is in Gilgal, because I hated them there. For the wickedness of what they've done I'll drive them out of my house. I won't love them any more. All their officials are rebels. Ephraim is struck down. Their root is dried up. They won't bear fruit. Yes, even if they give birth, I'll kill the treasured ones of their body. My God will throw them off because they didn't listen to him. And they'll be wanderers among the nations.
Rejoice 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. The floor and the winepress shall not feed them, and the new wine shall fail in her. They shall not dwell in the LORD’s land; but Ephraim shall return to Egypt, and they shall eat unclean things in Assyria. They 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. What will ye do in the solemn day, and in the day of the feast of the LORD? For, 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. The 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. The 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. They have deeply corrupted themselves, as in the days of Gibeah: therefore he will remember their iniquity, he will visit their sins. I 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 Baalpeor, and separated themselves unto that shame; and their abominations were according as they loved. As for Ephraim, their glory shall fly away like a bird, from the birth, and from the womb, and from the conception. Though 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! Ephraim, as I saw Tyrus, is planted in a pleasant place: but Ephraim shall bring forth his children to the murderer. Give them, O LORD: what wilt thou give? give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts. All 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. Ephraim 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. My God will cast them away, because they did not hearken unto him: and they shall be wanderers among the nations.
Don't be glad, Israel. Don't celebrate like the other peoples. Because you have been unfaithful to your God. You have loved the prostitute's pay on every threshing floor.
Don't celebrate, Israel, with joy like the peoples. Because you've gone whoring away from your God. You've loved a prostitute's pay on every threshing floor.
Rejoice 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.
The threshing floor and the winepress won't feed them, and the new wine will fail her.
The floor and the winepress shall not feed them, and the new wine shall fail in her.
They won't stay in the Lord's land. Ephraim will go back to Egypt, and they will eat unclean food in Assyria.
They won't live in the Lord's land. But Ephraim will go back to Egypt, and they'll eat unclean things in Assyria.
They shall not dwell in the LORD’s land; but Ephraim shall return to Egypt, and they shall eat unclean things in Assyria.
They won't pour out wine offerings to the Lord, and their sacrifices won't please him. Their bread will be like the bread of mourners; everyone who eats it will be defiled. Their bread will be for themselves alone and won't come into the house of the Lord.
They won't pour out wine offerings to the Lord, and they won't please him. Their sacrifices will be to them like the bread of mourners. Everyone who eats it will be made unclean. Because their bread for their soul won't come into the house of the Lord.
They 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.
What will you do on the day of the appointed feast, on the day of the Lord's festival?
What will you do on the day of the set feast, and on the day of the feast of the Lord?
What will ye do in the solemn day, and in the day of the feast of the LORD?
Look — they are gone because of destruction. Egypt will gather them up; Memphis will bury them. Nettles will possess their pleasant places of silver, and thorns will be in their tents.
Because look — they've gone because of the wrecking. Egypt will gather them. Memphis will bury them. Nettles will take over the good places of their silver, and thorns will be in their tents.
For, 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.
The days of punishment have come. The days of reckoning have come. Israel will know it. The prophet is a fool, the man of the spirit is mad, because your guilt is so great and your hostility so bitter.
The days of dealing with them have come. The days of paying back have come. Israel will know it. The prophet is a fool, the spiritual man is mad, for the size of your wrongdoing and the great hatred.
The 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.
The watchman of Ephraim was with my God. But the prophet is a fowler's snare on all his paths, and there is hostility in the house of his God.
The watchman of Ephraim was with my God. But the prophet is a fowler's trap on all his ways, and hatred in the house of his God.
The 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.
They have sunk deep into corruption, as in the days of Gibeah. He will remember their guilt and punish their sins.
They've gone deep and gone rotten, like in the days of Gibeah. So he'll remember their wrongdoing. He'll deal with their sins.
They have deeply corrupted themselves, as in the days of Gibeah: therefore he will remember their iniquity, he will visit their sins.
I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness. I saw your fathers like the first ripe fruit on the fig tree at her first season. But they went to Baalpeor and separated themselves to that shame, and their disgusting things were according as they loved.
I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness. I saw your fathers like the first ripe fruit on the fig tree at its first season. But they went to Baal Peor and set themselves apart for that shameful thing, and turned as disgusting as the thing they loved.
I 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 Baalpeor, and separated themselves unto that shame; and their abominations were according as they loved.
As for Ephraim, their glory will fly away like a bird — no birth, no pregnancy, no conceiving.
As for Ephraim, their glory will fly off like a bird — no birth, no carrying, no conceiving.
As for Ephraim, their glory shall fly away like a bird, from the birth, and from the womb, and from the conception.
Even if they bring up children, I will take them away, so not a man is left. Trouble is coming to them when I turn away from them.
Though they bring up their children, I'll leave them with none, so there's not a man left. Yes, trouble is coming to them too when I go from them.
Though 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!
Ephraim, as I saw Tyrus, is planted in a pleasant place. But Ephraim will bring out his children to the murderer.
Ephraim, the way I saw Tyre, is planted in a good place. But Ephraim will bring his children out to the killer.
Ephraim, as I saw Tyrus, is planted in a pleasant place: but Ephraim shall bring forth his children to the murderer.
Give them, Lord — what will you give them? Give them a womb that miscarries and dry breasts.
Give them, Lord — what will you give? Give them a womb that loses and dry breasts.
Give them, O LORD: what wilt thou give? give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.
All their wickedness is at Gilgal. That is where I came to hate them. For the wickedness of what they do, I will drive them out of my house. I will love them no more. All their princes are rebels.
All their wickedness is in Gilgal, because I hated them there. For the wickedness of what they've done I'll drive them out of my house. I won't love them any more. All their officials are rebels.
All 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.
Ephraim is struck down. Their root is dried up and they will bear no fruit. Even if they give birth, I will kill the beloved children of their womb.
Ephraim is struck down. Their root is dried up. They won't bear fruit. Yes, even if they give birth, I'll kill the treasured ones of their body.
Ephraim 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.
My God will reject them, because they have not listened to him. And they will be wanderers among the nations.
My God will throw them off because they didn't listen to him. And they'll be wanderers among the nations.
My God will cast them away, because they did not hearken unto him: and they shall be wanderers among the nations.