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Psalm 64:3

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

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:

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Let them like waters melt away, which downward still do flow: In pieces cut his arrows all, when he shall bend his bow.

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.

For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, their shafts on string they fit, That those who upright are in heart they privily may hit.

Lord, keep me safely from the snares which they for me prepare; And from the subtile gins of them that wicked workers are.