²⁷ Doth a man take fire into his bosom, And are his garments not burnt?

⁹ If my heart hath been enticed by woman, And by the opening of my neighbour I laid wait,

¹⁰ Grind to another let my wife, And over her let others bend.

¹¹ For it `is' a wicked thing, and a judicial iniquity;

¹² For a fire it `is', to destruction it consumeth, And among all mine increase doth take root,

⁴ 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 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.

⁵ so also the tongue is a little member, and doth boast greatly; lo, a little fire how much wood it doth kindle!