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For they have made ready their heart like an oven, whiles they lie in wait:
their baker sleepeth all the night;
in the morning it burneth as a flaming fire.
They are all hot as an oven, and have devoured their judges;
all their kings are fallen:
there is none among them that calleth unto me.
Ephraim, he hath mixed himself among the people;
Ephraim is a cake not turned.

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