Hear this, priests!
the rebels are deep in slaughter,
I know Ephraim,
Their deeds do not permit them
Israel’s arrogance testifies against them,
With their sheep and their cattle
for they have been untrue to the Lord,
Blow the trumpet in Gibeah,
Ephraim will become a desolation
The princes of Israel have become
Ephraim will be oppressed, crushed by judgment,
So I am like a moth to Ephraim,
For when Ephraim saw their sickness
For I myself will be like a lion to Ephraim,
I will return to my place,