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On the day of our king,
    they made the princes sick with poisoned wine;
    he extended his hand to the scoffers.
For they draw near in ambush
    with their hearts like an oven.
All the night their anger sleeps;
    in the morning it flares like a blazing fire.
They are all heated like ovens,
    and consume their rulers.
All their kings have fallen;
    none of them calls upon me.

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