3With their wickedness they make glad a king, And with their lies -- princes.
4All of them [are] adulterers, Like a burning oven of a baker, He ceaseth from stirring up after kneading the dough, till its leavening.
5A day of our king! Princes have polluted themselves [with] the poison of wine, He hath drawn out his hand with scorners.
6For 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.
7All 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.
8Ephraim! among peoples he mixeth himself, Ephraim hath been a cake unturned.
9Devoured have strangers his power, And he hath not known, Also old age hath sprinkled [itself] on him, And he hath not known.
