For mouths of wicked men to speak against me do not cease: The mouths of vile deceitful men against me open'd be; And with a false and lying tongue they have accused me.
Thou lovest all-devouring words, O thou deceitful tongue.
To silence put the lying lips, that grievous things do say, And hard reports, in pride and scorn, on righteous men do lay.
For slanders I of many heard; fear compass'd me, while they Against me did consult, and plot to take my life away.
Much like unto a serpent's tongue their tongues they sharp do make; And underneath their lips there lies the poison of a snake.