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The sword rages in his cities;
    it consumes his false prophets
and devours because of their plans.
    My people are bent on backsliding from me.
To the Most High they call,
    he does not raise them at all.
How can I give you up, O Ephraim?
    How can I hand you over, O Israel?
How can I make you like Admah?
    How can I treat you like Zeboiim?
My heart is disturbed[a] within me;
    all[b] my compassions are aroused.

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Footnotes

  1. Hosea 11:8 Or “My heart is overturned”
  2. Hosea 11:8 Literally “together”