^{5 Ref} On the day of our king, the princes made themselves sick with the heat of wine. He joined his hand with mockers.

^{6 Ref} For they have made ready their heart like an oven, While they lie in wait. Their baker sleeps all the night. In the morning it burns as a flaming fire.

^{7 Ref} They are all hot as an oven, And devour their judges. All their kings have fallen. There is no one among them who calls to me.