Like a madman who throws sparks, arrows, and death,
A man bearing false witness against his neighbour Is like a club and a sword and a sharp arrow.
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!
Till an arrow strikes through his liver; Like a bird rushing into a snare, And did not know it would take his life.
“And the archers have bitterly grieved him, shot at him and hated him.
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,
