For, they who are such, unto our Lord Christ are not doing service, but unto their own belly,—and, through their smooth and flattering speech, deceive the hearts of the innocent.
A pointed arrow, is their tongue Deceit, hath it spoken,—With his mouth peace unto his neighbour, doth one speak, But within himself, he layeth his ambush.
For in his mouth is nothing worthy of trust, Their inward purpose, is engulphing ruin,—An opened sepulchre, is their throat, With their tongue, speak they smooth things.
Snatch me away and rescue me out of he hand of the sons of the alien,—whose mouth hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood:—
Surely, from his elevation, they have taken counsel to thrust him down, They accept falsehood,—With his mouth, they each of them bless, But, inwardly, they revile. Selah.
Of Zebulun—such as were ready to go forth in host, expert for battle with all weapons of war, fifty thousand,—and for setting in array, not of two minds!
Yea they who are seeking my life, have laid snares, and they who are asking my harm, have threatened engulfing ruin, And, deceitful things—all day long, do they mutter.
But thou shalt say unto them,—This, is the nation that hearkened not unto the voice of Yahweh its God, Neither accepted they correction,—Perished is fidelity, And is cut off out of their mouth.
Perished is the man of lovingkindness out of the earth, and, upright among men, is there none,—they all, for bloodshed, lie in wait. Every man—for his brother, do they hunt as for one devoted to destruction.