¹² But it was plucked up in fury,
    cast down to the ground;
the east wind dried it up;
    its fruit was stripped off;
its strong stem was withered;
    the fire consumed it.^(A)

¹⁰ Look, it has been transplanted. Will it thrive?
When the east wind strikes it,
    will it not utterly wither,
    wither on the bed where it grew?^(A)

⁹ “Plunder the silver;
    plunder the gold!
There is no end of treasure!
    An abundance of every precious thing!”

10 Israel is a luxuriant vine
    that yields its fruit.
The more his fruit increased,
    the more altars he built;
as his country improved,
    he improved his pillars.^(A)

¹¹ Ephraim’s glory shall fly away like a bird—
    no birth, no pregnancy, no conception!^(A)