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.
So Ephraim has become like a gullible dove, without sense; They call to Egypt, they go to Assyria.
When they go, I will spread My net over them; I will bring them down like the birds of the sky. I will discipline them in accordance with the proclamation to their assembly.