3. Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow--a bitter word.
4. To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.
5. They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, `Who doth look at it?'
6. They search out perverse things, `We perfected a searching search,' And the inward part of man, and the heart [are] deep.
7. And God doth shoot them [with] an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,
8. And they cause him to stumble, Against them [is] their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away.