If my heart has been enticed by a woman, and I have lain in wait at my neighbor’s door,then let my wife turn the millstone for another man, and may other men have sexual relations with her.For I would have committed a shameful act, an iniquity to be judged.For it is a fire that devours even to Destruction, and it would uproot all my harvest.
They are all like bakers, they are like a smoldering oven; they are like a baker who does not stoke the fire until the kneaded dough is ready for baking.At the celebration of their king, his princes become inflamed with wine; they conspire with evildoers.They approach him, all the while plotting against him. Their hearts are like an oven; their anger smolders all night long, but in the morning it bursts into a flaming fire.All of them are blazing like an oven; they devour their rulers. All of their kings fall– and none of them call on me!
