Whose hope shall be cut off, and whose trust shall be a spider's web.
Rejoice not thou, whole Palestina, because the rod of him that smote thee is broken: for out of the serpent's root shall come forth a cockatrice, and his fruit shall be a fiery flying serpent.
O generation of vipers, how can ye, being evil, speak good things? for out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.