Hosea.
Chapter 10.
“Israel is an empty vine, || He makes fruit like to himself, || According to the abundance of his fruit, || He has multiplied for the altars, || According to the goodness of his land, || They have made good standing-pillars. 
Their heart has been divided, now they are guilty, || He breaks down their altars, || He destroys their standing-pillars. 
For now they say: We have no king, || Because we have not feared YHWH, || And the king—what does he do for us? 
They have spoken words, || To swear falsehood in making a covenant, || And flourished as a poisonous herb has judgment, on the furrows of a field. 
For the inhabitants of Samaria fear the calves of Beth-Aven, || Surely its people have mourned on account of it, || And its priests leap about on account of it, || Because of its glory, for it has removed from it, 
Also, it is carried to Asshur, a present to a warlike king, || Ephraim receives shame, || And Israel is ashamed of its own counsel. 
Samaria is cut off! Its king is as wrath on the face of the waters. 
And high places of Aven have been destroyed, the sin of Israel. Thorn and bramble go up on their altars, || And they have said to hills, Cover us, || And to heights, Fall on us. 
From the days of Gibeah you have sinned, O Israel, || There they have stood, || Battle does not overtake them in Gibeah, || Because of sons of perverseness. 
When I desire, then I bind them, || And peoples have gathered against them, || When they bind themselves to their two iniquities. 
And Ephraim is a trained heifer—loving to thresh, || And I have passed over on the goodness of its neck, || I cause one to ride Ephraim, || Judah plows, Jacob harrows for him. 
Sow for yourselves in righteousness, || Reap according to loving-kindness, || Till for yourselves tillage of knowledge, || To seek YHWH, || Until He comes and shows righteousness to you. 
You have plowed wickedness, || Perversity you have reaped, || You have eaten the fruit of lying, || For you have trusted in your way, || In the abundance of your might. 
And a tumult rises among your people, || And all your fortresses are spoiled, || As the spoiling of Shalman of Beth-Arbel, || In a day of battle, || Mother against sons dashed in pieces. 
Thus has Beth-El done to you, || Because of the evil of your wickedness, || In the dawn a king of Israel is utterly cut off!” 
