For they draw near in ambush with their hearts like an oven. All the night their anger sleeps; in the morning it flares like a blazing fire.
Your hand will find all your enemies; your right hand will find your foes!
For they cannot rest unless they have done evil; if they do not trip anyone they lose sleep.
They are all adulterers, like a blazing oven, Which the baker quits stoking, after the dough’s kneading until its rising.
They are all heated like ovens, and consume their rulers. All their kings have fallen; none of them calls upon me.
Ah! you plotters of iniquity, who work out evil on your beds! In the morning light you carry it out for it lies within your power.