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 devour their judges; all their kings are fallen: there is none among them that calleth unto me.
8. Ephraim, he mixeth himself among the peoples; 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, and he knoweth it not.
10. And the pride of Israel doth testify to his face: yet they have not returned unto the Lord their God, nor sought him, for all this.
11. And Ephraim is like a silly dove, without understanding: they call unto Egypt, they go to Assyria.
12. When they shall go, I will spread my net upon them; I will bring them down as the fowls of the heaven: I will chastise them, as their congregation hath heard.