Psalm 64:3

For, behold, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

My soul is among lions; I am lying down among those who breathe forth fire, Sons of men whose teeth are spears and arrows And their tongue a sharp sword.

Let them flow away like water that runs off; When he aims his arrows, let them be as headless shafts.

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

“They bend their tongue like their bow; Lies and unfaithfulness prevail in the land, For they go onward from evil to evil, And they do not know Me,” declares Yahweh.

“All the commissioners of the kingdom, the prefects and the satraps, the high officials and the governors have counseled together that the king should establish a statute and enforce an injunction that anyone who seeks to make a petition to any god or man besides you, O king, for thirty days, shall be cast into the lions’ den.

You pierced with his own sharpened rods The head of his throngs. They stormed in to scatter us; Their exultation was like those Who devour the afflicted in secret.