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A race half loyal, half false, but the penalty must be paid in full; those altars God himself will devote to extinction, strip those trees bare.✻ (Hosea 10, 2)
All is vain promise and making of treaties; never a furrow in your land but shall yield the bitter fruit of punishment.✻ (Hosea 10, 4)
and with that, vanish the hill-shrines of false worship, Israel’s darling sin; grows thorn and thistle on their altars; no prayer have the men of Israel now but that mountains should fall on them, hills should bury them alive. (Hosea 10, 8)
But alas, shameful furrows✻ they were you traced, and what came of it? A harvest of wrong, fruit that cheated you in the tasting!So thou wouldst trust in thy own devices, in thy own warrior strength? (Hosea 10, 13)
Ephraim so false, Israel so treacherous, all about me! But Juda governs his folk with God to aid him; Juda takes part with the holy ones, loyal yet.✻ (Hosea 11, 12)
Ephraim, that would still play shepherd to the wind, still hunt in the track of the storm, and nothing hoard up but treachery, nothing but his own ruin! See him making treaties with the Assyrian, sending tribute of oil to Egypt! (Hosea 12, 1)
And they are busy yet over their sinning; melt down silver of theirs to fashion models of yonder images, craftsman copying craftsman’s design! And of such models they say, The man who would do sacrifice has but to kiss these calves.✻ (Hosea 13, 2)
Alas, Israel, undone! Who but I can aid thee? (Hosea 13, 9)
None that dwells under the protection of that name but shall come back to me; corn shall be theirs in plenty, and they will grow like one of their own vineyards, famed as the vintage of Lebanon itself. (Hosea 14, 8)
in the Lord’s house, bread nor wine is offered now; for the priests, the Lord’s own ministers, no office now but tears. (Joel 1, 9)
for vineyard withered, and drooping fig-tree! Pomegranate, and palm, and apple, no tree in the wood but fades there; what wonder? Has not joy faded in human hearts? (Joel 1, 12)
What help, Lord, but thine? Parched are the upland meadows, every tree scorched in the forest; (Joel 1, 19)
