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Burning like an oven,
    they consume their leaders.
They kill their kings one after another,
    and no one cries to me for help.

“The people of Israel mingle with godless foreigners,
    making themselves as worthless as a half-baked cake!
Worshiping foreign gods has sapped their strength,
    but they don’t even know it.
Their hair is gray,
    but they don’t realize they’re old and weak.

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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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