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Indeed, their hearts are like an oven.
    They approach him, while plotting against him.
    Their anger sleeps all night,
    but in the morning it burns like a blazing fire.
They are all hot as an oven.
    They devour their rulers.
    All their kings have fallen.
    Not one of them calls on me.
Ephraim mixes itself with the nations.
    Ephraim is a flatbread not turned over.

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