Hosea 7:5-9

On the day of our king, the officials became sick with the heat of wine; He stretched out his hand with scoffers,

For their hearts are like an oven As they approach their plotting; Their anger smolders all night, In the morning it burns like flaming fire.

All of them are hot like an oven, And they consume their rulers; All their kings have fallen. None of them calls on Me.

Ephraim is himself thrown about with the nations; Ephraim has become a round loaf not turned over.

Strangers devour his strength, Yet he does not know it; Gray hairs also are sprinkled on him, Yet he does not know it.