Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
My soul, is in the midst of lions, I lie down amidst flames, As for the sons of men, Their teeth, are spear and arrows, And, their tongue, is a sharp sword.
There is who babbleth, as with thrusts of a sword, but, the tongue of the wise, hath healing.
A generation! Swords, are its teeth, and, knives, its incisors, - to devour the humbled out of the earth, and the needy, from among men.
No instrument formed against thee, shall prosper, And every tongue that riseth against thee in judgment, shalt thou prove to be lawless, - This is the inheritance of the servants of Yahweh. And, their righteousness, is from me, Declareth Yahweh.
Who have prepared e their tongue as their bow of falsehood, And, not by faithfulness, have they become mighty in the land, - For from wickedness unto wickedness, have they gone forth, But me, have they not known, Declareth Yahweh.
And, the tongue, is a fire, - as , the world of unrighteousness, the tongue, becometh fixed among our members, that which defileth the whole body and setteth on fire the wheel of our natural life, and is set on fire, by gehenna!
For lo! the lawless, bend the bow They have fixed their arrow upon the string, To shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart:
Let such men flow away like waters that disperse themselves: He prepareth his arrow, Like grass let them be cut down:
So they attack him and have shot, - So they enclose him, do the masters of arrows.