Though wickedness be sweet in his mouth, Though he hide it under his tongue,
All the day long they wrest my words: All their thoughts are against me for evil.
(Let) the high praises of God (be) in their mouth, And a two-edged sword in their hand;
And I find more bitter than death the woman whose heart is snares and nets, (and) whose hands are bands: whoso pleaseth God shall escape from her; but the sinner shall be taken by her.
He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath sated me with wormwood.