Drop burning coals upon them; cast them into the watery pit never more to rise.
He watches over all his bones; not one of them shall be broken.
The nations fall into the pit they dig; in the snare they hide, their own foot is caught.
By the sin of their lips the wicked are ensnared, but the just escape from a tight spot.
Misfortune pursues sinners, but the just shall be recompensed with good.
The perverse in heart come to no good, and the double-tongued fall into trouble.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue; those who choose one shall eat its fruit.
Haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood,
Woe to the wicked! It will go ill with them, with the work of their hands they will be repaid.