3 aWith their evil they make the bking glad,
And the princes with their cdeceptions.
4 They are aall adulterers,
Like an oven heated by the baker
Who ceases to stir up the fire
From the kneading of the dough until it is leavened.
5 On the day of our king, the princes abecame sick with the heat of wine;
He stretched out his hand with bscoffers,
6 For their hearts are like an aoven
As they draw near in their plotting;
Their anger smolders all night;
In the morning it burns like a flaming fire.
7 All of them are hot like an oven,
And they devour their ajudges;
All their kings have fallen.
bNone of them calls on Me.