8 I will run to meet them like a bear that has been robbed of her young, and I will split open the middle of their liver. And I will devour them there like a lion; the beast of the field will tear them apart.
9 Perdition is yours, Israel. Your help is only in me.
10 Where is your king? Now, especially, let him save you in all your cities, and from your judges, about whom you said, "Give me kings and princes."
11 I will give you a king in my wrath, and I will take him away in my indignation.
12 The iniquity of Ephraim has been bound; his sin has been engulfed.
13 The pains of giving birth will reach him. He is an unwise son. For now he will not remain firm during the contrition of his sons.
14 I will free them from the hand of death; from death I will redeem them. Death, I will be your death. Hell, I will be your deadly wound. Consolation is hidden from my eyes.