Chapter 7

1

WHEN I would have healed Yashar'el, then the iniquity of Ephrayim was discovered, and the wickedness of Shomeron: for they commit falsehood; and the thief comes in, and the troop of robbers spoils without.

2

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.

3

They make the king glad with their wickedness, and the princes with their lies.

4

They all break wedlock, as an oven heated by the baker, who ceases from raising after he has kneaded the dough, until it be leavened.

5

In the day of our king the princes have made him sick and furious with wine; he stretched out his hand with scorners.

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For they have made ready 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.

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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 calls unto me.

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Ephrayim, he has mixed himself among the people; Ephrayim is a cake not turned.

9

Strangers have devoured his strength, and he knows it not: yea, gray hairs are here and there upon him, yet he knows not.

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And the pride of Yashar'el testifies to his face: and they do not return to EL-Yahuah Elohayhem, nor seek him for all this.

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Ephrayim also is like a silly dove without heart: they call to Mitsrayim, they go to Ashshur.

12

When they shall go, I will spread my net upon them; I will bring them down as the fowls of the heavens; I will chastise them, as their assembly has 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 grain and wine, and they rebel against me.

15

Though I have bound and strengthened their arms, yet do they imagine mischief against me.

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They return, but not to El Elyon: 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 Mitsrayim.



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