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In the day of our king, the princes have made him sick with bottles of wine; he stretched out his hand with scorners.

For they have made ready their heart like an oven, while theylie in wait; their baker sleepeth all the night; in the morning it burneth as a flaming fire.

They are all hot as an oven, and have devoured their judges; all their kings are fallen; there is none among them that calleth unto Me.

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