Their quivers are like an open grave; all of them are mighty warriors.
Not a word from their mouth can be trusted; their heart is filled with malice. Their throat is an open grave; with their tongues they tell lies.
Their bows will strike down the young men; they will have no mercy on infants, nor will they look with compassion on children.
Their arrows are sharp, all their bows are strung; their horses’ hooves seem like flint, their chariot wheels like a whirlwind.
This is what the Lord says: “Look, an army is coming from the land of the north; a great nation is being stirred up from the ends of the earth.
They are armed with bow and spear; they are cruel and show no mercy. They sound like the roaring sea as they ride on their horses; they come like men in battle formation to attack you, Daughter Zion.”
He pierced my heart with arrows from his quiver.
“Their throats are open graves; their tongues practice deceit.” “The poison of vipers is on their lips.”