They eat up the sin of my people, and they set their heart on their iniquity.

Whoredom and wine and new wine take away the heart.

And they consider not in their hearts that I remember all their wickedness: now their own doings have beset them about; they are before my face.

For they have made ready their heart like an oven, whiles they lie in wait: their baker sleepeth all the night; in the morning it burneth as a flaming fire.

Ephraim also is like a silly dove without heart: they call to Egypt, they go to Assyria.

And they have not cried unto me with their heart, when they howled upon their beds: they assemble themselves for corn and wine, and they rebel against me.

Their heart is divided; now shall they be found faulty: he shall break down their altars, he shall spoil their images.

How shall I give thee up, Ephraim? how shall I deliver thee, Israel? how shall I make thee as Admah? how shall I set thee as Zeboim? mine heart is turned within me, my repentings are kindled together.

According to their pasture, so were they filled; they were filled, and their heart was exalted; therefore have they forgotten me.

I will meet them as a bear that is bereaved of her whelps, and will rend the caul of their heart, and there will I devour them like a lion: the wild beast shall tear them.