Prepares his deadly shafts, makes arrows blazing thunderbolts.
They conceive malice, bring forth deceit, give birth to fraud.
Then desire conceives and brings forth sin, and when sin reaches maturity it gives birth to death.
You conceive dry grass, bring forth stubble; my spirit shall consume you like fire.
The wicked is in torment all his days, and limited years are in store for the ruthless;
I will heap evils upon them and exhaust all my arrows against them: