3 ‘They delight the king with their wickedness,the princes with their lies.
4 They are all adulterers,burning like an ovenwhose fire the baker need not stirfrom the kneading of the dough till it rises.
5 On the day of the festival of our kingthe princes become inflamed with wine,and he joins hands with the mockers.
6 Their hearts are like an oven;they approach him with intrigue.Their passion smoulders all night;in the morning it blazes like a flaming fire.
7 All of them are hot as an oven;they devour their rulers.All their kings fall,and none of them calls on me.
8 ‘Ephraim mixes with the nations;Ephraim is a flat loaf not turned over.
9 Foreigners sap his strength,but he does not realise it.His hair is sprinkled with grey,but he does not notice.