Their hearts are like an oven blazing with intrigue. Their plot smolders through the night, and in the morning it breaks out like a raging fire.
You will throw them in a flaming furnace when you appear. The Lord will consume them in his anger; fire will devour them.
For evil people can’t sleep until they’ve done their evil deed for the day. They can’t rest until they’ve caused someone to stumble.
They are all adulterers, always aflame with lust. They are like an oven that is kept hot while the baker is kneading the dough.
Burning like an oven, they consume their leaders. They kill their kings one after another, and no one cries to me for help.
What sorrow awaits you who lie awake at night, thinking up evil plans. You rise at dawn and hurry to carry them out, simply because you have the power to do so.