3. With their wickedness they make glad a king, And with their lies--princes.
4. All of them [are] adulterers, Like a burning oven of a baker, He ceaseth from stirring up after kneading the dough, till its leavening.
5. A day of our king! Princes have polluted themselves [with] the poison of wine, He hath drawn out his hand with scorners.
6. For they have drawn near, As an oven [is] their heart, In their lying in wait all the night sleep doth their baker, Morning! he is burning as a flaming fire.
7. All of them are warm as an oven, And they have devoured their judges, All their kings have fallen, There is none calling unto Me among them.