Like a madman who throws firebrands, arrows, and death,
A man who bears false witness against his neighbor Is like a club, a sword, and a sharp arrow.
Look, all you who kindle a fire, Who encircle yourselves with sparks: Walk in the light of your fire and in the sparks you have kindled— This you shall have from My hand: You shall lie down in torment.
Till an arrow struck his liver. As a bird hastens to the snare, He did not know it would cost his life.
The archers have bitterly grieved him, Shot at him and hated him.
Then Samson went and caught three hundred foxes; and he took torches, turned the foxes tail to tail, and put a torch between each pair of tails.