Lo, they belch out with their mouths, Swords `are' in their lips, for `Who heareth?'
He said in his heart, `God hath forgotten, He hath hid His face, He hath never seen.'
Wherefore hath the wicked despised God? He hath said in his heart, `It is not required.'
Sweeter than honey hath been his mouth, And his heart `is' war! Softer have been his words than oil, And they `are' drawn `swords'.
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.
And they have said, `How hath God known? And is there knowledge in the Most High?'
They utter -- they speak an old saw, All working iniquity do boast themselves.
A rash speaker is like piercings of a sword, And the tongue of the wise is healing.
The tongue of the wise maketh knowledge good, And the mouth of fools uttereth folly.
The heart of the righteous meditateth to answer, And the mouth of the wicked uttereth evil things.
`Hast thou not considered what this people have spoken, saying: The two families on which Jehovah fixed, He doth reject them, And my people they despise -- So that they are no more a people before them!
The lips of my withstanders, Even their meditation against me all the day.
`Brood of vipers! how are ye able to speak good things -- being evil? for out of the abundance of the heart doth the mouth speak.