“ If my heart has been enticed by a woman, Or I have lurked at my neighbor’s doorway,May my wife grind grain for another, And let others kneel down over her.For that would be a lustful crime; Moreover, it would be wrongdoing punishable by judges.For it would be fire that consumes to Abaddon, And would uproot all my increase.
They are all adulterers, Like an oven heated by the baker, Who stops stoking the fire From the time the dough is kneaded until it is leavened.On the day of our king, the officials became sick with the heat of wine; He stretched out his hand with scoffers,For their hearts are like an oven As they approach their plotting; Their anger smolders all night, In the morning it burns like flaming fire.All of them are hot like an oven, And they consume their rulers; All their kings have fallen. None of them calls on Me.
