^{4 Ref} They have made kings, and not by Me, They have made princes, and I have not known, Their silver and their gold they have made to them idols, So that they are cut off.

^{5 Ref} Cast off hath thy calf, O Samaria, Burned hath Mine anger against them, Till when are they not capable of purity?

^{6 Ref} For even it `is' of Israel; an artificer made it, And it `is' not God, For the calf of Samaria is fragments!

^{7 Ref} For wind they sow, and a hurricane they reap, Stalk it hath none -- a shoot not yielding grain, If so be it yield -- strangers do swallow it up.