Put the horn to your mouth!
To me they continually cry,
But Israel has spurned that which is good,
They themselves have made kings
Your calf idol, O Samaria, is distasteful.
Israel made the thing:
They sow the wind and will reap the whirlwind.
Israel is devoured.
For by themselves they have gone up to Assyria
but even if they sell themselves among the nations,
For as many altars as Ephraim has erected,
were I to write for him ever so many instructions,
The people love sacrifice, and so they offer sacrifices,
For Israel forgot his Maker and built palaces,