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In the day of our king, the princes made themselves sick with the heat of wine: he stretched out his hand to scorners.

For they have applied their heart like an oven to their lying in wait: their baker sleepeth all the night; in the morning it burneth like 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.

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