And they do not consider in their hearts That I remember all their wickedness. Now their deeds surround them; They are before My face.
With their wickedness they make the king happy, And the officials with their lies.
They are all adulterers, Like an oven heated by the baker, Who stops stoking the fire
From the time
the dough is kneaded until it is leavened.
On the day of our king, the officials became sick with the heat of wine; He stretched out his hand with scoffers,
For their hearts are like an oven As
they approach their plotting; Their anger smolders all night, In the morning it burns like flaming fire.
All of them are hot like an oven, And they consume their rulers; All their kings have fallen. None of them calls on Me.
Ephraim is himself thrown about with the nations; Ephraim has become a round loaf not turned over.
Strangers devour his strength, Yet he does not know it;
Gray hairs also are sprinkled on him, Yet he does not know it.
Though the pride of Israel testifies against him, Yet they have not returned to the LORD their God, Nor have they sought Him, despite all this.