As for me, I have not hastened from being a pastor to follow thee: neither have I desired the woeful day; thou knowest: that which came out of my lips was right before thee.
But if ye will not hear it, my soul shall weep in secret places for your pride; and mine eye shall weep sore, and run down with tears, because YY 's flock is carried away captive.
How shall I give thee up, Efrayim? how shall I deliver thee, Yisrael? how shall I make thee as Admah? how shall I set thee as Zeboim? mine heart is turned within me, my repentings are kindled together.
For YY shall rise up as in mount Perazim, he shall be wroth as in the valley of Givon, that he may do his work, his strange work; and bring to pass his act, his strange act.