For their heartsare like an oven[As] they approachtheir plotting;Their angersmoldersallnight,In the morningit burnslike a flamingfire.
You will makethem as a fieryovenin the timeof your anger;The LORDwill swallowthem up in His wrath,And firewill devourthem.
For they cannotsleepunlessthey doevil;And they are robbedof sleepunlessthey make [someone] stumble.
They are alladulterers,Likean ovenheatedby the bakerWho ceasesto stirup [the fire] From the kneadingof the doughuntilit is leavened.
Allof them are hotlike an oven,And they consumetheir rulers;Alltheir kingshave fallen.Noneof them callson Me.
Woeto those who schemeiniquity,Who workout evilon their beds!When morningcomes, they doit, For it is in the powerof their hands.
