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For their hearts are like an oven,
as they wait in ambush.
All night their anger smolders.
In the morning it burns like a blazing fire.
All of them are hot like an oven,
and they devour their rulers.
All of their kings have fallen.
None among them calls on Me.
Ephraim mixes himself with the peoples.
Ephraim has become a pancake
    that never gets turned over.

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