I will pronounce my sentence against them for all their wickedness in forsaking me, In burning incense to other gods, in bowing down to the works of their hands.
At that time it will be said to this people and to Jerusalem, A scorching wind from the bare heights comes through the wilderness toward my daughter, the people. Not to winnow, not to cleanse,
Though Ephraim may flourish among his brothers, an east wind will come, a wind from the Lord, rising from the wilderness, That will dry up his spring, and leave his fountain dry. It will loot his treasury of every precious thing.