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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.
Strangers have devoured his strength,
and he knoweth it not:
yea, gray hairs are here and there upon him,
yet he knoweth not.

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