3. Who do their tongues with malice whet,and make them cut like swords;In whose bent bows are arrows set,ev'n sharp and bitter words:
4. That they may at the perfect manin secret aim their shot;Yea, suddenly they dare at him to shoot,and fear it not.
5. In ill encourage they themselves,and their snares close do lay:Together conference they have;Who shall them see? they say.
6. They have search'd out iniquities,a perfect search they keep:Of each of them the inward thought,and very heart, is deep.
7. God shall an arrow shoot at them,and wound them suddenly:
8. So their own tongue shall them confound;all who them see shall fly.