I taught Ephraim how to walk,
But today he had backslided from me;
I taught Ephraim but today,
He has the scales of deceit on his hands.
Ephraim surround himself with lies,
Like a smoke from the chimmey of his house;
Let the wise understand this message,
Let the prudent know this story,
When i feed him,
He was very satisfied.
A craftman made him as he is today,
But life is to blossom like a Lily.
Lets sow righteousness and reap mercy,
Lets be eachother's keeper;
Like the father of his children,
He has lost the firstfruits of his figtree.
Lets learn how to care for one another,
Lets teach others to be straight;
Oh Ephraim! Don't eat the fruit of lies;
The scales of deceit are on your hands,
Because you have eaten the fruit of lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem