“ If my heart has been enticed toward a woman, and I have lain in wait at my neighbor’s door,then let my wife grind for another, and let others bow down on her.For that would be a heinous crime; that would be an iniquity to be punished by the judges;for that would be a fire that consumes as far as Abaddon, and it would burn to the root all my increase.
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.
