⁸ Efrajim uhodi šator prorokov, stavljaju mu zamke po svim putovima, odmazda je u kući Boga njegova.

¹⁹ Ugleda smokvu kraj puta i priđe k njoj, ali ne nađe na njoj ništa osim lišća pa joj kaže: "Ne bilo više ploda s tebe dovijeka!" I smokva umah usahnu.

¹ Misery is mine! Indeed, I am like one who gathers the summer fruits, as gleanings of the vineyard: There is no cluster of grapes to eat. My soul desires to eat the early fig.