Hosea 7:4–7

They are all adulterers;

they are like a heated oven

whose baker ceases to stir the fire,

from the kneading of the dough

until it is leavened.

On the day of our king, the princes

became sick with the heat of wine;

he stretched out his hand with mockers.

For with hearts like an oven they approach their intrigue;

all night their anger smolders;

in the morning it blazes like a flaming fire.

All of them are hot as an oven,

and they devour their rulers.

All their kings have fallen,

and none of them calls upon me.

They are all adulterers,

burning like an oven

whose fire the baker need not stir

from the kneading of the dough till it rises.

On the day of the festival of our king

the princes become inflamed with wine,

and he joins hands with the mockers.

Their hearts are like an oven;

they approach him with intrigue.

Their passion smolders all night;

in the morning it blazes like a flaming fire.

All of them are hot as an oven;

they devour their rulers.

All their kings fall,

and none of them calls on me.

All of them commit adultery;

they are like an oven heated by a baker

who stops stirring the fire

from the kneading of the dough until it is leavened.

On the day of our king,

the princes are sick with the heat of wine—

there is a conspiracy with traitors.

For they—their hearts like an oven—

draw him into their oven.

Their anger smolders all night;

in the morning it blazes like a flaming fire.

All of them are as hot as an oven,

and they consume their rulers.

All their kings fall;

not one of them calls on me.

They are all adulterers,

always aflame with lust.

They are like an oven that is kept hot

while the baker is kneading the dough.

On royal holidays, the princes get drunk with wine,

carousing with those who mock them.

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.

Burning like an oven,

they consume their leaders.

They kill their kings one after another,

and no one cries to me for help.

All of them commit adultery,

like a burning oven

whose baker has stopped from stirring the fire,

and from kneading the dough until it is leavened.

On the day of our king, the princes

became sick with the heat of wine;

he stretched out his hand with mockers.

Because they are kindled like an oven,

their heart burns within them;

all night their anger smolders,

in the morning it blazes like a flaming fire.

All of them are hot as an oven,

and they devour their rulers.

All their kings have fallen;

there is none who calls to me amongst them.

They are all adulterers, as an oven heated by the baker,

Who ceaseth from raising after he hath kneaded the dough, until it be leavened.

In the day of our king the princes have made him sick with bottles of wine;

He stretched out his hand with scorners.

For they have made ready their heart like an oven, whiles they lie in wait:

Their baker sleepeth all the night;

In the morning it burneth as a flaming fire.

They are all hot as an oven,

And have devoured their judges;

All their kings are fallen:

There is none among them that calleth unto me.