All of them are hot as an oven; they devour their rulers. All their kings fall, and none of them calls on me.
“Ephraim mixes with the nations; Ephraim is a flat loaf not turned over.
Foreigners sap his strength, but he does not realize it. His hair is sprinkled with gray, but he does not notice.
Israel’s arrogance testifies against him, but despite all this he does not return to the LORD his God or search for him.
“Ephraim is like a dove, easily deceived and senseless— now calling to Egypt, now turning to Assyria.
When they go, I will throw my net over them; I will pull them down like the birds in the sky. When I hear them flocking together, I will catch them.
Woe to them, because they have strayed from me! Destruction to them, because they have rebelled against me! I long to redeem them but they speak about me falsely.
They do not cry out to me from their hearts but wail on their beds. They slash themselves, appealing to their gods for grain and new wine, but they turn away from me.
I trained them and strengthened their arms, but they plot evil against me.
They do not turn to the Most High; they are like a faulty bow. Their leaders will fall by the sword because of their insolent words. For this they will be ridiculed in the land of Egypt.