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All that do adultery, be as an oven made hot of a baker. The city rested a little from the meddling of sourdough, till all was made sour. (All of them who do adultery, or idolatry, be made hot like a baker’s oven. Then the city rested a little from the mixing of the sourdough, until all was made sour.)

The day of our king, the princes began to be wild of wine; he stretched forth his hand with scorners. (On the day of our king’s celebration, the princes began to be wild with wine; yea, he stretched forth his hand with mockers.)

For they applied their heart as an oven, when he setted treason to them. All the night he slept (while) baking them; in the morrowtide he was made hot, as the fire of flame. (For they heated up their hearts like an oven, while they plotted their treasons. They slept through the night while baking them; and in the morning their anger was made as hot as a flame of fire.)

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