For their hearts are like an oven As they draw near in their plotting; Their anger smolders all night; In the morning it burns like a flaming fire.
You will make them as a fiery oven in the time of your anger; Yahweh will swallow them up in His wrath, And fire will devour them.
For they do not sleep unless they do evil; And they are robbed of sleep unless they make someone stumble.
They are all adulterers, Like an oven heated by the baker Who ceases to stir up the fire From the kneading of the dough until it is leavened.
All of them are hot like an oven, And they devour their judges; All their kings have fallen. None of them calls on Me.
Woe to those who devise wickedness, Who work out evil on their beds! When the light of the morning comes, they do it, For it is in the power of their hands.