Their quivers are like open graves; all of them are warriors.
Their arrows are sharp, and all their bows are bent, The hooves of their horses like flint, and their chariot wheels like the whirlwind.
Lord, guide me in your justice because of my foes; make straight your way before me.
Their throats are open graves; they deceive with their tongues; the venom of asps is on their lips;
With their bows they shall shatter the young men, And the fruit of the womb they shall not spare, nor shall their eye take pity on children.
He pierced my kidneys with shafts from his quiver.
Thus says the Lord: See, a people comes from the land of the north, a great nation, rising from the very ends of the earth.
Bow and javelin they wield; cruel and pitiless are they. They sound like the roaring sea as they ride forth on horses, Each in his place for battle against you, daughter Zion.