Ephraim is smitten, their root is dried up, they shall bear no fruit: yea, though they bring forth, yet will I slay the beloved fruit of their womb.
Effraym is smyten, þe roote of hem is dried vp; þei schulen not make fruyt. Þat thouy þei gendren, Y schal sle þe moost louyd thingis of her wombe.