5 On the day of our king, the princes made themselves sick with the heat of wine.He joined his hand with mockers.
6 For they have prepared their heart like an oven,while they lie in wait.Their baker sleeps all the night.In the morning it burns as a flaming fire.
7 They are all hot as an oven,and devour their judges.All their kings have fallen.There is no one among them who calls to me.
8 Ephraim, he mixes himself among the nations.Ephraim is a pancake not turned over.
9 Strangers have devoured his strength,and he doesn’t realize it.Indeed, gray hairs are here and there on him,and he doesn’t realize it.
10 The pride of Israel testifies to his face;yet they haven’t returned to the Lord their God,nor sought him, for all this.
11 “Ephraim is like an easily deceived dove, without understanding.They call to Egypt.They go to Assyria.