Throw out your calf-idol, Samaria!
    My anger burns against them.
How long will they be incapable of purity?
    They are from Israel!
This calf – a metalworker has made it;
    it is not God.
It will be broken in pieces,
    that calf of Samaria.

‘They sow the wind
    and reap the whirlwind.
The stalk has no head;
    it will produce no flour.
Were it to yield grain,
    foreigners would swallow it up.

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