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They are all hot as an oven and have devoured their judges; all their kings are fallen; there is no one among them that calls unto me.

¶ Ephraim, he has mixed himself among the peoples; Ephraim is a cake not turned.

Strangers have devoured his strength, and he does not know it; yea, gray hairs are here and there upon him, yet he does not understand.

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

“Ephraim mixes(C) with the nations;
    Ephraim is a flat loaf not turned over.
Foreigners sap his strength,(D)
    but he does not realize it.
His hair is sprinkled with gray,
    but he does not notice.

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