149:6 May they praise God
while they hold a two-edged sword in their hand,
5:9 For
their stomachs are like the place of destruction,
their throats like an open grave,
their tongues like a steep slope leading into it.
69:3 I am exhausted from shouting for help;
my throat is sore;
my eyes grow tired of looking for my God.
115:7 hands, but cannot touch,
feet, but cannot walk.
They cannot even clear their throats.