Their quiver is an open grave. They are all mighty warriors.
Lead me, Adonai, in Your righteousness, because of my enemies. Make Your path straight before me.
Their bows will cut down the young men, with no pity on the fruit of the womb, nor will their eye spare children.
Their arrows are sharp and all their bows bent; their horse hooves will be like flint and their wheels like a whirlwind.
Thus says Adonai: “Look, a people coming from a northern land, a great nation roused from the ends of the earth!
They are armed with bow and spear, cruel and with no compassion. They sound like the roaring sea— as they ride on horses as men in battle formation, against you, Daughter of Zion!”
He shot into my kidneys arrows from His quiver.
Their throat is an open grave; with their tongues they keep deceiving. The poison of vipers is under their lips.