His mouth was smoother than curds, Yet in his heart is fighting; His words were softer than oil, But they are drawn swords.
My being is in the midst of lions; I lie among those who breathe fire, Whose teeth are spears and arrows, And their tongue is a sharp sword.
Do not draw me away with the wrong And with the workers of wickedness, Who speak peace to their neighbours, But evil is in their hearts.
A lying tongue hates its bruised ones, And a flattering mouth works ruin.
Who sharpen their tongue like a sword, And aim their arrows, a bitter word,
They speak falsehood with each other; They speak with flattering lips, a double heart.
And Yehuḏ
Rash speaking is like piercings of a sword, But the tongue of the wise is healing.
They plotted to topple him from his high position; They delight in lies; They bless with their mouth, But in their heart they curse. Selah.
And supper taking place, the devil having already put it into the heart of Yehuḏ
See, they belch out with their mouth, Swords are in their lips, For who is listening?
And Sha’ul commanded his servants, “Speak to Dawiḏ
“And besides, whom should I serve? Should it not be before his son? As I have served before your father, so I am before you.”
Would he keep on pleading with you? Would he speak softly to you?