Yes, my spirit was bitter, and my insides felt sharp pain.

Here’s how! With the sharp arrows of warriors, with arrowheads forged over the hot coals.

Your arrows are sharp and penetrate the hearts of the king’s enemies. Nations fall at your feet.

They sharpen their tongues like a sword; they aim their arrow, a slanderous charge,

Their tongues wound like a serpent; a viper’s venom is behind their lips. (Selah)