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They are all hot as an oven,
    and devour their judges.
All their kings have fallen.
    There is no one among them who calls to me.
Ephraim, he mixes himself among the nations.
    Ephraim is a pancake not turned over.
Strangers have devoured his strength,
    and he doesn’t realize it.
Indeed, gray hairs are here and there on him,
    and he doesn’t realize it.

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