Eighth Sunday After Pentecost
1 When Israel was a youth I loved him, And out of Egypt I called My son. 2 The more [a]they called them, The more they went away from [b]them; They kept sacrificing to the Baals And burning incense to idols. 3 Yet it is I who taught Ephraim to walk, [c]I took them in My arms; But they did not know that I healed them. 4 I pulled them along with cords of a man, with ropes of love, And I became to them as one who lifts the yoke from their jaws; And I bent down and fed them. 5 [d]They will not return to the land of Egypt; But Assyria—he will be [e]their king Because they refused to return to Me. 6 And the sword will whirl against [f]their cities, And will destroy [g]their oracle priests And consume them, because of their counsels. 7 So My people are determined to turn from Me. Though [h]they call [i]them to the One on high, None at all exalts Him. 8 How can I give you up, Ephraim? How can I surrender you, Israel? How can I [j]make you like Admah? How can I treat you like Zeboiim? My heart is turned over within Me, [k]All My compassions are kindled. 9 I will not carry out My fierce anger; I will not destroy Ephraim again. For I am God and not a man, the Holy One in your midst, And I will not come in [l]wrath. 10 They will walk after the Lord, He will roar like a lion; Indeed He will roar, And His sons will come trembling from the west. 11 They will come trembling like birds from Egypt, And like doves from the land of Assyria; And I will settle them in their houses, declares the Lord.