"Their quiveris like an opengrave,Allof them are mightymen.
Thereis nothingreliablein whatthey say;Their inwardpartis destruction[itself]. Their throatis an opengrave;They flatterwith their tongue.
And [their] bowswill mowdownthe youngmen,They will not even havecompassionon the fruitof the womb,[Nor] will their eyepitychildren.
Its arrowsare sharpand allits bowsare bent;The hoofsof its horsesseemlike flintand its [chariot] wheelslike a whirlwind.
Thussaysthe LORD,"Behold,a peopleis comingfrom the northland,And a greatnationwill be arousedfrom the remotepartsof the earth.
"They seizebowand spear;They are crueland havenomercy;Their voiceroarslike the sea,And they rideon horses,Arrayedas a manfor the battleAgainstyou, O daughterof Zion!"
He made the arrowsof His quiverTo enterinto my inwardparts.
"THEIR THROATIS AN OPENGRAVE,WITH THEIR TONGUESTHEY KEEP DECEIVING,""THE POISONOF ASPSIS UNDERTHEIR LIPS";
