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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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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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