And they lay wait for their own blood; they lurk privily for their own lives.
The words of the wicked are to lie in wait for blood: but the mouth of the upright shall deliver them.
For among my people are found wicked men: they lay wait, as he that setteth snares; they set a trap, they catch men.
The good man is perished out of the earth: and there is none upright among men: they all lie in wait for blood; they hunt every man his brother with a net.