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All of them are warm as an oven, And they have devoured their judges, All their kings have fallen, There is none calling unto Me among them.

Ephraim! among peoples he mixeth himself, Ephraim hath been a cake unturned.

Devoured have strangers his power, And he hath not known, Also old age hath sprinkled [itself] on him, And he hath not known.

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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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