⁸ Ephraim, he hath mixed himself among the people; Ephraim is a cake not turned.

³⁵ But were mingled among the heathen, and learned their works.

¹⁰ We grope for the wall like the blind, and we grope as if we had no eyes: we stumble at noonday as in the night; we are in desolate places as dead men.