¹⁴ However many his children,^(A) their fate is the sword;^(B)
    his offspring will never have enough to eat.^(C)

¹⁰ His children^(A) must make amends to the poor;
    his own hands must give back his wealth.^(B)

¹³ I have seen Ephraim,^(A) like Tyre,
    planted in a pleasant place.^(B)
But Ephraim will bring out
    their children to the slayer.”^(C)

¹⁴ Give them, Lord—
    what will you give them?
Give them wombs that miscarry
    and breasts that are dry.^(D)

¹³ May his descendants be cut off,^(A)
    their names blotted out^(B) from the next generation.

¹¹ They send forth their children as a flock;^(A)
    their little ones dance about.
¹² They sing to the music of timbrel and lyre;^(B)
    they make merry to the sound of the pipe.^(C)

²² He despairs of escaping the realm of darkness;^(A)
    he is marked for the sword.^(B)