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For their hearts are like an (A)oven
As they draw near in their [a]plotting;
Their [b]anger [c]smolders all night;
In the morning it burns like a flaming fire.
All of them are hot like an oven,
And they devour their (B)judges;
All their kings have fallen.
(C)None of them calls on Me.

Ephraim (D)mixes himself with the peoples;
Ephraim has become a cake not turned.

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Footnotes

  1. Hosea 7:6 Lit ambush
  2. Hosea 7:6 As in some ancient versions; M.T. baker
  3. Hosea 7:6 Lit sleeps