^{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.

^{6 Ref} 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 Ref} 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.