For their hearts are like an (A)oven
As they approach their [a]plotting;
Their [b]anger [c]smolders all night,
In the morning it burns like a flaming fire.
All of them are hot like an oven,
And they consume their (B)rulers;
All their kings have fallen.
(C)None of them calls on Me.

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Footnotes

  1. Hosea 7:6 Lit ambush
  2. Hosea 7:6 So with some ancient versions; M.T. baker
  3. Hosea 7:6 Lit sleeps