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