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“In the day of the king, the princes have made him sick with bottles of wine. He stretches out his hand to scorners.

“For they have made ready their heart like an oven while they lie in wait. Their baker sleeps all night. In the morning it burns as a flame of fire.

“They are all as hot as an oven and have devoured their judges. All their kings have fallen. There is no one among them who calls to Me.

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