YLT(i)
11 Ephraim is as a fowl, Fly away doth their honour, without birth, And without womb, and without conception.
12 For though they nourish their sons, I have made them childless—without man, Surely also, woe to them, when I turn aside from them.
13 Ephraim! when I have looked to the rock, Is planted in comeliness, And Ephraim is to bring out unto a slayer his sons.
14 Give to them, Jehovah—what dost Thou give? Give to them miscarrying womb, and dry breasts.
15 All their evil is in Gilgal, Surely there I have hated them, Because of the evil of their doings, Out of My house I do drive them, I add not to love them, all their heads are apostates.
16 Ephraim hath been smitten, Their root hath dried up, fruit they yield not, Yea, though they bring forth, I have put to death the desired of their womb.
17 Reject them doth my God, Because they have not hearkened to Him, And they are wanderers among nations!