“Ephraim mixes(A) with the nations;
    Ephraim is a flat loaf not turned over.
Foreigners sap his strength,(B)
    but he does not realize it.
His hair is sprinkled with gray,
    but he does not notice.

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Ephraim, he hath mixed himself among the people; Ephraim is a cake not turned.

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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