Hosea 7

When I would heal Israel,

They don’t consider in their hearts that I remember all their wickedness.

They make the king glad with their wickedness,

They are all adulterers.

On the day of our king, the princes made themselves sick with the heat of wine.

For they have prepared their heart like an oven,

They are all hot as an oven,

Ephraim mixes himself among the nations.

Strangers have devoured his strength,

The pride of Israel testifies to his face;

“Ephraim is like an easily deceived dove, without understanding.

When they go, I will spread my net on them.

Woe to them!

They haven’t cried to me with their heart,

Though I have taught and strengthened their arms,

They return, but not to the Most High.