5
the days of our kings, the princes began to be inflamed with wine: he stretched out his hand with pestilent fellows.
6
Wherefore their hearts are inflamed as an oven, while they rage all the night: Ephraim is satisfied with sleep; the morning is come; he is burnt up as a flame of fire.
7
They are all heated like an oven, and have devoured their judges: all their kings are fallen; there was not among them one that called on me.
8
Ephraim is mixed among his people; Ephraim became a cake not turned.
9
Strangers devoured his strength, and he knew not; and grey hairs came upon him, and he knew not.
The Brenton translation of the Septuagint is in the public domain.