⁴ Again he said unto me, Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto them, O ye dry bones, hear the word of the LORD.

¹⁵ And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

¹⁷ Ephraim is joined to idols. Leave him alone!

¹⁸ Their drink has become sour. They play the prostitute continually. Her rulers dearly love their shameful way.