“Their quiver is like an open grave,
All of them are mighty men.
There is nothing reliable in what they say;
Their inward part is destruction itself.
Their throat is an open grave;
They flatter with their tongue.
Its arrows are sharp and all its bows are bent;
The hoofs of its horses seem like flint and its chariot wheels like a whirlwind.
“Their throat is an open grave,
With their tongues they keep deceiving,”
“The poison of asps is under their lips”;