5. In the day of our king the princes have made him sick with bottles of wine; he stretched out his hand with scorners.
6. For they have made ready their heart like an oven, whiles they lie in wait: their baker sleepeth all the night; in the morning it burneth as a flaming fire.
7. They are all hot as an oven, and have devoured their judges; all their kings are fallen: there is none among them that calleth unto me.
8. Ephraim, he hath mixed himself among the people; Ephraim is a cake not turned.
9. Strangers have devoured his strength, and he knoweth it not: yea, gray hairs are here and there upon him, yet he knoweth not.