For I will not trust in my bow, Neither shall my sword save me.
(Let them be) as a snail which melteth and passeth away, (Like) the untimely birth of a woman, that hath not seen the sun.
That they may shoot in secret places at the perfect: Suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.
Turn again our captivity, O Jehovah, As the streams in the South.
If I say, Surely the darkness shall overwhelm me, And the light about me shall be night;
A man that beareth false witness against his neighbor Is a maul, and a sword, and a sharp arrow.