May they praise God while they hold a two-edged sword in their hand,

For they do not speak the truth; their stomachs are like the place of destruction, their throats like an open grave, their tongues like a steep slope leading into it.

I am exhausted from shouting for help; my throat is sore; my eyes grow tired of looking for my God.

hands, but cannot touch, feet, but cannot walk. They cannot even clear their throats.