For they are kindled like an oven; their heart burns within them; all night their anger smolders; in the morning it blazes like a flaming fire.

They do not cry to me from the heart, but they wail upon their beds; they gash themselves for grain and wine; they rebel against me.

Their heart is false; now they must bear their guilt. The Lord will break down their altars and destroy their pillars.

How can I give you up, Ephraim? How can I hand you over, O Israel? How can I make you like Admah? How can I treat you like Zeboiim? My heart recoils within me; my compassion grows warm and tender.

When I fed them, they were satisfied; they were satisfied, and their heart was proud; therefore they forgot me.

I will fall upon them like a bear robbed of her cubs and will tear open the covering of their heart; there I will devour them like a lion, as a wild animal would mangle them.