Israel is a land of bandits
1When I restore IsraelAnd give them back what they lost,
Their evil behavior and sins will disappear.
But for now, the people are bandits at heart
And thieves in action. [1]
2They don’t seem to get it.
I take notes on their bad behavior.
And my notebook is finally full.
I’ve got it all right here in front of me.
3Your kings love being bad. [2]
Your officials brag about lying.
Bad boy kings
4These people are a bunch of adulterers.Their lust holds a fire like a baker’s oven.
They don’t need to stir up flames
While waiting for the dough to rise. [3]
5They set aside days to get staggering drunk.
Kings and officials, so plastered and wasted,
They welcome and party with critics they hate. [4]
6Their enemies carry fire inside them,
Like an oven with hearts on the coal.
At night, anger fades to a smolder,
But in daylight, it’ll burst into flame.
7These people grow hot as an oven,
Till leaping flames ambush the rulers.
They kill Israel’s kings, one after the other, [5]
And no one calls out my name.
Israel’s flaky politics
8Ephraim made a mess among the nations. [6]He’s half-baked,
Like a pancake not flipped.
9Foreigners steal his thunder and strength,
And he doesn’t have a clue.
He’s growing old and gray-haired now
And he doesn’t have a mirror of a clue.
10Israel’s pride is proof of their sin.
They refuse to go back
To the LORD their God,
And won’t even glance in his direction.
11Ephraim has grown dumb as a dove,
Without any sense of direction.
One day they’re allied with Egypt,
The next day they flip to Assyria.
12They take off like birds of the air.
But I’ll bring them down with a net.
Then I’ll give them the punishment they deserve
For all the harm they have done.
Israel destined to die
13Too bad for them. It’s a shame they left me.Now they’re rebels, destined to die.
How could I save them, as much as I’d like to,
When they refuse to stop lying about me?
14They don’t pray to me
With love in their hearts.
They just wail and cry in their beds.
They’ll cut themselves in desperation [7]
When they beg for grain and wine.
Yet they’re stubborn as ever against me.
15I made them strong.
I taught them to fight.
Yet they plotted and schemed to oppose me.
16So, they’ll go back into slavery.
Their bows won’t save them.
And their officials will die by the sword
For words they have spoken in rage.
But in Egypt there are happy sounds
Of laughter and jokes about Jews.




