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On the day of our king,
the princes are sick with the heat of wine(A)
there is a conspiracy with traitors.[a]
For they – their hearts like an oven –
draw him into their oven.
Their anger smoulders all night;
in the morning it blazes like a flaming fire.
All of them are as hot as an oven,(B)
and they consume their rulers.(C)
All their kings fall;
not one of them calls on me.[b]

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Footnotes

  1. 7:5 Lit wine – he stretches out his hand to scorners; Hb obscure
  2. 7:3–7 These vv. may refer to a king’s assassination; Hb obscure.