1 When Israel was a youth I loved him,
And out of Egypt I called My son.
The more they went from them;
They kept sacrificing to the Baals
And burning incense to idols.
I took them in My arms;
But they did not know that I healed them.
And I became to them as one who lifts the yoke from their jaws;
And I bent down and fed them.
But Assyria — he will be their king
Because they refused to return to Me.
And will demolish their gate bars
And consume them because of their counsels.
Though they call them to the One on high,
None at all exalts Him.
How can I surrender you, O Israel?
How can I make you like Admah?
How can I treat you like Zeboiim?
My heart is turned over within Me,
All My compassions are kindled.
I will not destroy Ephraim again.
For I am God and not man, the Holy One in your midst,
And I will not come in wrath.
He will roar like a lion;
Indeed He will roar
And His sons will come trembling from the west.
And like doves from the land of Assyria;
And I will settle them in their houses, declares the LORD.
And the house of Israel with deceit;
Judah is also unruly against God,
Even against the Holy One who is faithful.