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.
10 “And the Excellency of Yisra’ĕl did witness to his face, but they did not return to יהוה their Elohim, nor did they seek Him for all this.
11 “And Ephrayim has become a simple dove without heart, they have called on Mitsrayim, they have gone to Ashshur.