They haven't cried to me with their heart, But they howl on their beds. They assemble themselves for grain and new wine. They turn away from me.
the baker sleeps all the night; and in the morning it burns as with a flaming fire. They are all as hot as an oven, they've devoured their judges; and their kings are fallen: there is none among them that calls unto me ( Hsa Hosea 7:6-7 ).