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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.
Strangers have devoured his strength,
    but he does not realize it.
    There are gray hairs on his head,
    but he does not realize it.

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