Ephraim was a trained heiferthat loved to thresh.Passing by and seeing her strong, sleek neck,I wanted to harness Ephraim,Put Ephraim to work in the fields—Judah plowing, Jacob harrowing:Sow righteousness,reap love.It’s time to till the ready earth,it’s time to dig in with God,Until he arriveswith righteousness ripe for harvest.But instead you plowed wicked ways,reaped a crop of evil and ate a salad of lies.You thought you could do it all on your own,flush with weapons and manpower.But the volcano of war will erupt among your people.All your defense posts will be leveledAs viciously as king Shalmanleveled the town of Beth-arba,When mothers and their babieswere smashed on the rocks.That’s what’s ahead for you, you so-called people of God,because of your off-the-charts evil.Some morning you’re going to wake upand find Israel, king and kingdom, a blank—nothing.