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5 This is the day of our kyng, the princes haue made hym sicke with bottels of wine, he hath stretched out his hande to scorners. 6 For whyles they lye in wayte, they haue made redye their heart lyke an ouen, their baker sleepeth all night, in the morning it burneth as a flambe of fire. 7 They are altogether as hotte as an ouen, and haue deuoured their owne iudges, all their kinges are fallen, yet is there none of them that calleth vpon me. Hosea 7:5-7, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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