For like an oven their hearts burn with intrigue; all night their anger smolders; in the morning it blazes like a flaming fire.
All of them are hot as an oven, and they devour their rulers. All their kings have fallen; and none of them calls upon me.
E'phraim mixes himself with the peoples; E'phraim is a cake not turned.
Aliens devour his strength, and he knows it not; gray hairs are sprinkled upon him, and he knows it not.
The pride of Israel witnesses against him; yet they do not return to the LORD their God, nor seek him, for all this.
E'phraim is like a dove, silly and without sense, calling to Egypt, going to Assyria.
As they go, I will spread over them my net; I will bring them down like birds of the air; I will chastise them for their wicked deeds.
Woe to them, for they have strayed from me! Destruction to them, for they have rebelled against me! I would redeem them, but they speak lies against me.
They do not cry to me from the heart, but they wail upon their beds; for grain and wine they gash themselves, they rebel against me.
Although I trained and strengthened their arms, yet they devise evil against me.
They turn to Ba'al; they are like a treacherous bow, their princes shall fall by the sword because of the insolence of their tongue. This shall be their derision in the land of Egypt.