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Psalm 57:4

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

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.

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Their teeth, O God, within their mouth break thou in pieces small; The great teeth break thou out, O Lord, of these young lions all.

How long, Lord, look'st thou on? from those destructions they intend Rescue my soul, from lions young my darling do defend.

More smooth than butter were his words, while in his heart was war; His speeches were more soft than oil, and yet drawn swords they are.

Who do their tongues with malice whet, and make them cut like swords; In whose bent bows are arrows set, ev'n sharp and bitter words:

Thy tongue mischievous calumnies deviseth subtilely, Like to a razor sharp to cut, working deceitfully.

Behold, they belch out with their mouth, and in their lips are swords: For they do say thus, Who is he that now doth hear our words?

He, lion-like, lurks in his den; he waits the poor to take; And when he draws him in his net, his prey he doth him make.

O send thy light forth and thy truth; let them be guides to me, And bring me to thine holy hill, ev'n where thy dwellings be.