5 On the day of our king,they made the princes sick with poisoned wine;he extended his hand to the scoffers.
6 For they draw near in ambushwith their hearts like an oven.All the night their anger sleeps;in the morning it flares like a blazing fire.
7 They are all heated like ovens,and consume their rulers.All their kings have fallen;none of them calls upon me.
8 Ephraim is mixed with the nations,Ephraim is an unturned cake.
9 Strangers have consumed his strength,but he does not know it;Gray hairs are strewn on his head,but he takes no notice of it.
10 The arrogance of Israel bears witness against him;yet they do not return to the Lord, their God,nor seek him, despite all this.
11 Ephraim is like a dove,silly and senseless;They call upon Egypt,they go to Assyria.