“They delight the king with their wickedness, the princes with their lies.
They are all adulterers, burning like an oven whose fire the baker need not stir from the kneading of the dough till it rises.
On the day of the festival of our king the princes become inflamed with wine, and he joins hands with the mockers.
Their hearts are like an oven; they approach him with intrigue. Their passion smolders all night; in the morning it blazes like a flaming fire.
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.