And he said, I will hide my face from them, I will see what their end shall be: For they are a very perverse generation, Children in whom is no faithfulness.
For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;
Woe unto you! for ye are as the tombs which appear not, and the men that walk over (them) know it not.
Their throat is an open sepulchre; With their tongues they have used deceit: The poison of asps is under their lips: