“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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They make the king glad with their wickedness,
    and the princes with their lies.
They are all adulterers.
    They are burning like an oven that the baker stops stirring,
    from the kneading of the dough, until it is leavened.
On the day of our king, the princes made themselves sick with the heat of wine.
    He joined his hand with mockers.
For they have prepared their heart like an oven,
    while they lie in wait.
    Their baker sleeps all the night.
    In the morning it burns as a flaming fire.
They are all hot as an oven,
    and devour their judges.
All their kings have fallen.
    There is no one among them who calls to me.

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