For Jehovah shall rise up, as at Mount Perazim; He shall be stirred as in the Gibeon Valley, to do His work, His work being strange, and to work His work, His foreign work.
But if you will not hear it, my soul shall weep in secret places for your pride. And my eye shall bitterly weep and run down with tears, because the flock of Jehovah was captured.
And I have not hurried away from being a shepherd after You;I have not desired the woeful day. You know that the going forth of my lips was before Your face.
How shall I give you up, Ephraim? Shall I deliver you, Israel? How shall I make you like Admah? Shall I set you as Zeboim? My heart has turned within Me; My compassions are kindled together.