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Chapter 7
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When I would have healed Israel, then the iniquity
of Ephraim was discovered, and the wickedness of Samaria:
for they commit falsehood; and the thief cometh in, and
the troop of robbers spoileth without. |
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And they consider not in their hearts that I remember
all their wickedness: now their own doings have beset
them about; they are before my face. |
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They make the king glad with their wickedness, and
the princes with their lies. |
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They are all adulterers, as an oven heated by the baker,
who ceaseth from raising after he hath kneaded the dough,
until it be leavened. |
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In the day of our king the princes have made him sick
with bottles of wine; he stretched out his hand with
scorners. |
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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. |
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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. |
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Ephraim, he hath mixed himself among the people; Ephraim
is a cake not turned. |
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Strangers have devoured his strength, and he knoweth
it not: yea, gray hairs are here and there upon him,
yet he knoweth not. |
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And the pride of Israel testifieth to his face: and
they do not return to the LORD their God, nor seek him
for all this. |
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Ephraim also is like a silly dove without heart: they
call to Egypt, they go to Assyria. |
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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. |
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Woe unto them! for they have fled from me: destruction
unto them! because they have transgressed against me:
though I have redeemed them, yet they have spoken lies
against me. |
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And they have not cried unto me with their heart, when
they howled upon their beds: they assemble themselves
for corn and wine, and they rebel against me. |
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Though I have bound and strengthened their arms, yet
do they imagine mischief against me. |
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They return, but not to the most High: they are like
a deceitful bow: their princes shall fall by the sword
for the rage of their tongue: this shall be their derision
in the land of Egypt. |
