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5 On the day of our king The princes make him sick with the heat of wine, He stretcheth out his hand with scorners. 6 For they have made ready their heart like an oven, while they lie in wait; Their baker sleepeth all the night, In the morning it burneth as a flaming fire. 7 They are all hot as an oven, And devour their judges; All their kings are fallen, There is none among them that calleth unto Me. Hosea 7:5-7, JPS Tanakh 1917. Public domain.
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