Efrayim, he mixes himself among the nations. Efrayim 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.
The pride of Yisra'el testifies to his face; Yet they haven't returned to the LORD their God, Nor sought him, for all this.
"Efrayim is like an easily deceived dove, without understanding. They call to Mitzrayim. They go to Ashshur.