2 To me they cry, “My God, we—Israel—know you.”
3 Israel has spurned the good;the enemy shall pursue him.
4 They made kings, but not through me.They set up princes, but I knew it not.With their silver and gold they made idolsfor their own destruction.
5 I have spurned your calf, O Samaria.My anger burns against them. How long will they be incapable of innocence?
6 For it is from Israel;a craftsman made it;it is not God. The calf of Samaria shall be broken to pieces.
7 For they sow the wind,and they shall reap the whirlwind.The standing grain has no heads;it shall yield no flour;if it were to yield, strangers would devour it.
8 Israel is swallowed up;already they are among the nationsas a useless vessel.