God remembers: when Israel was a child, I loved him, and out of Egypt I called my son. But the more the prophets called them, the more they went away; they sacrificed to the Baals and burned offerings to idols. Yet it was God who taught Ephraim to walk, and took them up by the arms, though they did not know that he healed them. He led them with cords of human kindness, with bands of love; he was to them like those who lift the yoke from their cheeks, and he bent down to them and fed them.
Nevertheless, because they refuse to return to him, they shall return to the land of Egypt, and Assyria shall be their king. The sword will rage against their cities and consume their bars, because of their own counsels. My people are bent on turning away from me; though they call out to the Most High, none rises up.
Then God asks himself: how can I give you up, Ephraim? How can I hand you over, Israel? How can I make you like Admah? How treat you like Zeboiim? My heart recoils within me; my compassion grows warm and tender. I will not execute my burning anger; I will not again destroy Ephraim, for I am God and not a man, the Holy One in your midst, and I will not come in wrath. They shall go after the Lord, who will roar like a lion; when he roars, his children shall come trembling from the west. They shall come trembling like birds from Egypt and like doves from the land of Assyria, and God will return them to their homes. The closing verse notes that Ephraim surrounds him with lies and the house of Israel with deceit, but Judah still walks with God and is faithful to the Holy One.