His mischief shall return upon his own head, And his violence shall come down upon his own pate.
For thou hast maintained my right and my cause; Thou sittest in the throne judging righteously.
Thy hand will find out all thine enemies; Thy right hand will find out those that hate thee.
Let burning coals fall upon them: Let them be cast into the fire, Into deep pits, whence they shall not rise.
In the transgression of the lips is a snare to the evil man; But the righteous shall come out of trouble.
A fool's mouth is his destruction, And his lips are the snare of his soul.
For was not Israel a derision unto thee? was he found among thieves? for as often as thou speakest of him, thou waggest the head.