14. Shall I deliver them from the power of Sheol?shall I redeem them from death?Where are your plagues, O death!where is your sting, Sheol!Compassion is hidden from my eyes.
15. Though Ephraim may flourish among his brothers,an east wind will come, a wind from the Lord,rising from the wilderness,That will dry up his spring,and leave his fountain dry.It will loot his treasuryof every precious thing.