¹¹ And thou shalt say, I will go up to the land of unwalled villages; I will go to them that are at rest, that dwell safely, all of them dwelling without walls, and having neither bars nor gates,

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.

¹⁹ The wind has wrapped her up in its wings; and they shall be disappointed because of their sacrifices.