Like a madman who throws sparks, arrows, and death,
“And the archers have bitterly grieved him, shot at him and hated him.
A man bearing false witness against his neighbour Is like a club and a sword and a sharp arrow.
Till an arrow strikes through his liver; Like a bird rushing into a snare, And did not know it would take his life.
See, all you who light a fire, girding on burning arrows: walk in the light of your fire and in the burning arrows you have lit. From My hand you shall have this: you shall lie down in grief!
And Shimshon went and caught three hundred foxes, and took torches, and turned them tail to tail, and put a torch between each pair of tails,
