“ If my heart has been enticed by a woman, Or if I have lurked at my neighbor’s door,Then let my wife grind for another, And let others bow down over her.For that would be wickedness; Yes, it would be iniquity deserving of judgment.For that would be a fire that consumes to destruction, And would root out all my increase.
“ They are all adulterers. Like an oven heated by a baker— He ceases stirring the fire after kneading the dough, Until it is leavened.In the day of our king Princes have made him sick, inflamed with wine; He stretched out his hand with scoffers.They prepare their heart like an oven, While they lie in wait; Their baker sleeps all night; In the morning it burns like a flaming fire.They are all hot, like an oven, And have devoured their judges; All their kings have fallen. None among them calls upon Me.
