¹¹ Ephraim’s glory is like a bird;
    it will fly away—
        no birth, no pregnancy, and no conception.
¹² Even though they bring up their children,
    I will bereave them before maturity.^[a]
Woe to them indeed,
    when I depart from them!
¹³ Ephraim, as I see it,
    is like a palm in a meadow;
but Ephraim must bring out
    his children to the slayer.
¹⁴ Give them, O Yahweh—
    what will you give them?
Give them a miscarrying womb
    and dry breasts.
¹⁵ Every evil of theirs began at Gilgal,
    so I began to hate them there;
because of the evil of their deeds
    I will drive them out from my house.
I will love them no more;
    all their officials are rebels.
¹⁶ Ephraim is stricken,
    their root is dried up,
        they shall not bear fruit.
Even if they give birth,
    I will kill the cherished offspring of their womb.
¹⁷ My God will reject them
    because they did not listen to him,
        and they will be wanderers among the nations.