If my heart hath been enticed unto a woman, And I have laid wait at my neighbor’s door;Then let my wife grind unto another, And let others bow down upon her.For that were a heinous crime; Yea, it were an iniquity to be punished by the judges:For it is a fire that consumeth unto Destruction, And would root out all mine increase.
They are all adulterers; they are as an oven heated by the baker; he ceaseth to stir the fire, from the kneading of the dough, until it be leavened.On the day of our king the princes made themselves sick with the heat of wine; he stretched out his hand with scoffers.For they have made ready their heart like an oven, while 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 devour their judges; all their kings are fallen: there is none among them that calleth unto me.
