3 “With their evil they make a sovereign glad, and rulers with their lies.
4 “All of them are adulterers, as an oven heated by a baker, who ceases stirring the fire after kneading the dough, until it is leavened.
5 “In the day of our sovereign rulers became sick, inflamed with wine. He extended his hand with scoffers.
6 “For they have drawn near, their heart is like an oven. While they lie in wait all the night their baker sleeps. In the morning it burns like a flaming fire.
7 “All of them are as hot as an oven, and they consumed their rulers. All their sovereigns have fallen – not one among them calls on Me.
8 “Ephrayim mixes himself among the peoples, Ephrayim has become a cake unturned.
9 “Strangers have devoured his strength, but he does not know it. Grey hairs are also sprinkled on him, and he does not know it.