^{3 Ref} With their wickedness they make glad a king, And with their lies -- princes.

^{4 Ref} 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 Ref} A day of our king! Princes have polluted themselves `with' the poison of wine, He hath drawn out his hand with scorners.