5 On the day of our king, the princes made themselves sick with the heat of wine. He joined his hand with mockers.
6 For they have made ready their heart like an oven, While they lie in wait. Their baker sleeps all the night. In the morning it burns as a flaming fire.
7 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.
8 Ephraim, he mixes himself among the nations. Ephraim is a pancake not turned over.
9 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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