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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. Hosea 7:5-7, Young's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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