Psalm 57:4

Arise, O Yahweh; save me, O my God! For You have struck all my enemies on the cheek; You have shattered the teeth of the wicked.

Lest he tear my soul like a lion, Rending me in pieces, while there is none to deliver.

Your tongue devises destruction, Like a sharp razor, O worker of deceit.

His speech was smoother than butter, But his heart was war; His words were softer than oil, Yet they were drawn swords.

Behold, they pour forth speech with their mouth; Swords are in their lips, For, they say, “Who hears?”

They sharpen their tongues as a serpent; Poison of an asp is under their lips. Selah.

But her end is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a two-edged sword.

There is one who speaks rashly like the thrusts of a sword, But the tongue of the wise brings healing.

Like a club and a sword and a sharp arrow Is a man who bears false witness against his neighbor.

There is a generation whose teeth are like swords And its fangs like knives, To devour the afflicted from the earth And the needy from among men.