2. Yet they do not call to mindthat I remember all their wickedness.Now their crimes surround them,present to my sight.
3. With their wickedness they make the king rejoice,the princes too, with their treacherous deeds.
4. They are all adulterers,like a blazing oven,Which the baker quits stoking,after the dough’s kneading until its rising.
5. On the day of our king,they made the princes sick with poisoned wine;he extended his hand to the scoffers.
6. For they draw near in ambushwith their hearts like an oven.All the night their anger sleeps;in the morning it flares like a blazing fire.