5 On the day of our king, princes become sick from wine. His hand drags scorners along.
6 For their hearts are like an oven, as they wait in ambush. All night their anger smolders. In the morning it burns like a blazing fire.
7 All of them are hot like an oven, and they devour their rulers. All of their kings have fallen. None among them calls on Me.
8 Ephraim mixes himself with the peoples. Ephraim has become a pancake that never gets turned over.
9 Strangers devoured his strength— yet he does not know it. Gray hairs have spread on him— and he does not know it.
10 Though the Pride of Israel has answered him to his face, yet they did not return to Adonai their God, nor seek Him about all this.
11 Ephraim is like a senseless silly dove, they call to Egypt; they go to Assyria.