For their hearts are like an oven, as they wait in ambush. All night their anger smolders. In the morning it burns like a blazing fire.
Your hand will find all your enemies. Your right hand will overtake those who hate You.
For they cannot sleep until they do evil. They are robbed of sleep until they make someone fall.
All of them are practicing adultery, as an oven heated by a baker who stops stirring or kneading dough when it is leavened.
All of them are hot like an oven, and they devour their rulers. All of their kings have fallen. None among them calls on Me.
Oy to them who scheme wickedness, who work out evil upon their beds! In the light of the morning, they do it, for the power is in their hands.