Sweeter than honey hath been his mouth, And his heart `is' war! Softer have been his words than oil, And they `are' drawn `swords'.
and secondly, for whom do I labour? is it not before his son? as I served before thy father so am I before thee.'
Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things?
Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.
Draw me not with the wicked, And with workers of iniquity, Speaking peace with their neighbours, And evil in their heart.
My soul `is' in the midst of lions, I lie down `among' flames -- sons of men, Their teeth `are' a spear and arrows, And their tongue a sharp sword.
Lo, they belch out with their mouths, Swords `are' in their lips, for `Who heareth?'
Only -- from his excellency They have consulted to drive away, They enjoy a lie, with their mouth they bless, And with their heart revile. Selah.
Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word.
A rash speaker is like piercings of a sword, And the tongue of the wise is healing.
A lying tongue hateth its bruised ones, And a flattering mouth worketh an overthrow!
And Judas -- he who delivered him up -- answering said, `Is it I, Rabbi?' He saith to him, `Thou hast said.'
And supper being come, the devil already having put `it' into the heart of Judas of Simon, Iscariot, that he may deliver him up,
And Saul commandeth his servants, `Speak unto David gently, saying, Lo, the king hath delighted in thee, and all his servants have loved thee, and now, be son-in-law to the king.'