11
Ephraim’s glory will fly away like a bird—
no birth, no pregnancy, no conception.
12
Even if they rear children,
I will bereave them of every one.
Woe to them
when I turn away from them!
13
I have seen Ephraim, like Tyre,
planted in a pleasant place.
But Ephraim will bring out
their children to the slayer.”
14
Give them, O Lord—
what will you give them?
Give them wombs that miscarry
and breasts that are dry.