All of them are hot as an oven;
    they devour their rulers.
All their kings fall,
    and none of them calls on me.

‘Ephraim mixes with the nations;
    Ephraim is a flat loaf not turned over.
Foreigners sap his strength,
    but he does not realise it.
His hair is sprinkled with grey,
    but he does not notice.

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