11-12 “Brutal Ephraim is himself brutalized—
    a taste of his own medicine!
He was so determined
    to do it his own worthless way.
Therefore I’m pus to Ephraim,
    dry rot in the house of Judah.

13 “When Ephraim saw he was sick
    and Judah saw his pus-filled sores,
Ephraim went running to Assyria,
    went for help to the big king.
But he can’t heal you.
    He can’t cure your oozing sores.

14-15 “I’m a grizzly charging Ephraim,
    a grizzly with cubs charging Judah.
I’ll rip them to pieces—yes, I will!
    No one can stop me now.
I’ll drag them off.
    No one can help them.
Then I’ll go back to where I came from
    until they come to their senses.
When they finally hit rock bottom,
    maybe they’ll come looking for me.”

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12 I am like a moth(A) to Ephraim,
    like rot(B) to the people of Judah.

13 “When Ephraim(C) saw his sickness,
    and Judah his sores,
then Ephraim turned to Assyria,(D)
    and sent to the great king for help.(E)
But he is not able to cure(F) you,
    not able to heal your sores.(G)
14 For I will be like a lion(H) to Ephraim,
    like a great lion to Judah.
I will tear them to pieces(I) and go away;
    I will carry them off, with no one to rescue them.(J)

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