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They are all hot as an oven,
    and they devour their judges.
All their kings have fallen,
    and none of them calls to Me.

Ephraim mixes himself with the people.
    Ephraim is a cake not turned.
Foreigners devour his strength,
    but he does not know it.
Gray hairs are here and there upon him,
    but he does not know it.

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