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

E′phraim mixes himself with the peoples;
    E′phraim is a cake not turned.
Aliens devour his strength,
    and he knows it not;
gray hairs are sprinkled upon him,
    and he knows it not.

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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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