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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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