But if you will not listen, my soul will weep in secret for your pride; my eyes will weep bitterly and run down with tears, because the LORD's flock has been taken captive.
How can I give you up, O Ephraim? How can I hand you over, O Israel? How can I make you like Admah? How can I treat you like Zeboiim? My heart recoils within me; my compassion grows warm and tender.
For the LORD will rise up as on Mount Perazim; as in the Valley of Gibeon he will be roused; to do his deed -- strange is his deed! and to work his work -- alien is his work!