On the day of our king the officials became sick with the heat of wine; he stretched out his hand with mockers.
For they are kindled like an oven, their heart burns within them; 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; none of them calls upon me.
Ephraim mixes himself with the peoples; Ephraim is a cake not turned.
Foreigners devour his strength, but he does not know it; gray hairs are sprinkled upon him, but he does not know it.
Israel's pride testifies against him; yet they do not return to the Lord their God, or seek him, for all this.
Ephraim has become like a dove, silly and without sense; they call upon Egypt, they go to Assyria.
As they go, I will cast my net over them; I will bring them down like birds of the air; I will discipline them according to the report made to their assembly.
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; they gash themselves for grain and wine; they rebel against me.
It was I who trained and strengthened their arms, yet they plot evil against me.