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By their wickedness, they gladden a king, and, by their flatteries, - rulers.

They all, are adulterers, like an oven too hot for the baker, - who leaveth off stoking, after kneading the dough, till the whole be leavened.

In the day of our king, the rulers, have made themselves ill, with the heat of wine, - he hath extended his hand with scoffers.

For they have made ready, like an oven, their heart, by their lying in wait, - all the night, their baker sleepeth, in the morning, he, kindleth up as it were a blazing fire.

They all, become hot as an oven, and devour their judges, - all their kings, have fallen, there hath been none among them crying unto me.