On the [a]day of our king, the princes (A)became sick with the heat of wine;
He stretched out his hand with (B)scoffers,
For their hearts are like an (C)oven
As they approach their [b]plotting;
Their [c]anger [d]smolders all night,
In the morning it burns like a flaming fire.
All of them are hot like an oven,
And they consume their (D)rulers;
All their kings have fallen.
(E)None of them calls on Me.

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Footnotes

  1. Hosea 7:5 I.e. a festive occasion
  2. Hosea 7:6 Lit ambush
  3. Hosea 7:6 So with some ancient versions; M.T. baker
  4. Hosea 7:6 Lit sleeps