“They delight the king with their wickedness,
    the princes with their lies.(A)
They are all adulterers,(B)
    burning like an oven
whose fire the baker need not stir
    from the kneading of the dough till it rises.
On the day of the festival of our king
    the princes become inflamed with wine,(C)
    and he joins hands with the mockers.(D)
Their hearts are like an oven;(E)
    they approach him with intrigue.
Their passion smolders all night;
    in the morning it blazes like a flaming fire.
All of them are hot as an oven;
    they devour their rulers.
All their kings fall,(F)
    and none of them calls(G) on me.

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    By their wickedness they make the king glad,
            and give joy to the officials with their lies.
    They all act like adulterers;
            they are like a heated oven,
            whose baker doesn’t need to stoke the fire,
                from the kneading of the dough until it is leavened.
    On the day of our king,
            the officials became sick with the heat of wine;
            he stretched out his hand to those who mocked him.
    They approach like a hot oven, their hearts burning.
            Throughout the night, their anger smolders;
                in the morning, it continues to burn like a flaming fire.
    All of them are hot as an oven;
            they devour their rulers.
    All their kings have fallen;
            none of them call upon me.

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