3Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow — a bitter word.
3Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow — a bitter word.
1 To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice, in my meditation, From the fear of an enemy Thou keepest my life,
2 Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.
3 Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow — a bitter word.
4 To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.
5 They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, 'Who doth look at it?'
64:3Who whet their tongue like a sword, [and] bend [their bows to shoot] their arrows, [even] bitter words:
64:3They sharpen their tongues like swords and aim their words like deadly arrows.
64:3For they have whetted their tongues like a sword; they have bent their bow a bitter thing,
64:3Who have whet their tongue like a sword, And have aimed their arrows, even bitter words,
64:3Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, and have aimed their arrow, a bitter word;
64:3Who have whet their tongue like a sword, and have aimed their arrows, even bitter words:
64:3Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:
64:3who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and aim their arrows, deadly words,
64:3Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words: