14 Give them, O Lord. What wilt thou give them? Give them a womb without children, and dry breasts.
15 All their wickedness is in Galgal, for there I hated them: for the wickedness of their devices I will cast them forth out of my house: I will love them no more, all their princes are revolters.
16 Ephraim is struck, their root is dried up, they shall yield no fruit. And if they should have issue, I will slay the best beloved fruit of their womb.
17 My God will cast them away, because they hearkened not to him: and they shall be wanderers among the nations.