For slanders I of many heard; fear compass'd me, while they Against me did consult, and plot to take my life away.
I'll cut him off that slandereth his neighbour privily: The haughty heart I will not bear, nor him that looketh high.
My soul among fierce lions is, I firebrands live among, Men's sons, whose teeth are spears and darts, a sharp sword is their tongue.
They day and night upon the walls do go about it round: There mischief is, and sorrow there in midst of it is found.