¹¹ Ephraim’s glory will fly away like a bird—
        no birth, no pregnancy, no conception!
¹² Though they bring up children,
        I will make them childless
        until no one is left.
    Doom to them indeed when I leave them!
¹³ When I looked toward Tyre,
    Ephraim was planted in a lovely meadow;
        but now Ephraim must lead out his children for slaughter.
¹⁴ Give them, Lord—
        what will you give them?
    Give them a womb that miscarries
        and breasts that are dried up.
¹⁵ Every wickedness of theirs began at Gilgal;
        there I came to hate them.
    Because of the wickedness of their deeds
        I will drive them out of my house.
        I will love them no more;
            all their officials are rebels.
¹⁶ Ephraim is sick,
        their root is dried up,
        they will bear no fruit.
    Even though they give birth,
        I will put to death their much-loved little ones.
¹⁷ Because they haven’t listened to him,
        my God will reject them;
        they will wander among the nations.