8Ephraim, he mixeth himself with the peoples; Ephraim is a cake not turned.
8Ephraim, he mixeth himself with the peoples; Ephraim is a cake not turned.
5 In the day of our king, the princes made themselves sick with the heat of wine: he stretched out his hand to scorners.
6 For they have applied their heart like an oven to their lying in wait: their baker sleepeth all the night; in the morning it burneth like 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 with 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 testifieth to his face; and they do not return to Jehovah their God, nor seek him for all this.
7:8Ephraim, he hath mixed himself among the people; Ephraim is a cake not turned.
7:8"Ephraim mixes with the nations; Ephraim is a flat cake not turned over.
7:8Ephraim himself is mixed among the nations: Ephraim is become as bread baked under the ashes, that is not turned.
7:8Ephraim, he mixeth himself among the peoples; Ephraim is a cake not turned.
7:8Ephraim, he mixeth himself among the peoples; Ephraim is a cake not turned.
7:8Ephraim, he hath mixed himself among the people; Ephraim is a cake not turned.
7:8Ephraim, he mixes himself among the nations. Ephraim is a pancake not turned over.
7:8Ephraim! among peoples he mixeth himself, Ephraim hath been a cake unturned.
7:8Ephraim, he has mixed himself among the people; Ephraim is a cake not turned.