Hosea 9

Authorized (King James) Version

9 Rejoice not, O Israel, for joy, as other people:
for thou hast gone a whoring from thy God,
thou hast loved a reward upon every cornfloor.
² The floor and the winepress shall not feed them,
and the new wine shall fail in her.
³ They shall not dwell in the Lord’s land;
but Ephraim shall return to Egypt,
and they shall eat unclean things in Assyria.
⁴ They shall not offer wine offerings to the Lord,
neither shall they be pleasing unto him:
their sacrifices shall be unto them as the bread of mourners;
all that eat thereof shall be polluted:
for their bread for their soul shall not come into the house of the Lord.
⁵ What will ye do in the solemn day,
and in the day of the feast of the Lord?
⁶ For, lo, they are gone because of destruction:
Egypt shall gather them up,
Memphis shall bury them:
the pleasant places for their silver, nettles shall possess them:
thorns shall be in their tabernacles.

⁷ The days of visitation are come,
the days of recompence are come;
Israel shall know it:
the prophet is a fool,
the spiritual man is mad,
for the multitude of thine iniquity,
and the great hatred.
⁸ The watchman of Ephraim was with my God:
but the prophet is a snare of a fowler in all his ways,
and hatred in the house of his God.
⁹ They have deeply corrupted themselves, as in the days of Gibeah:
therefore he will remember their iniquity,
he will visit their sins.
¹⁰ I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness;
I saw your fathers as the firstripe in the fig tree at her first time:
but they went to Baal-peor,
and separated themselves unto that shame;
and their abominations were according as they loved.
¹¹ As for Ephraim, their glory shall fly away like a bird,
from the birth, and from the womb,
and from the conception.
¹² Though they bring up their children, yet will I bereave them,
that there shall not be a man left:
yea, woe also to them when I depart from them!
¹³ Ephraim, as I saw Tyrus, is planted in a pleasant place:
but Ephraim shall bring forth his children to the murderer.
¹⁴ Give them, O Lord: what wilt thou give?
give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.
¹⁵ All their wickedness is in Gilgal:
for there I hated them:
for the wickedness of their doings
I will drive them out of mine house,
I will love them no more:
all their princes are revolters.
¹⁶ Ephraim is smitten,
their root is dried up, they shall bear no fruit:
yea, though they bring forth,
yet will I slay even the beloved fruit of their womb.
¹⁷ My God will cast them away,
because they did not hearken unto him:
and they shall be wanderers among the nations.