If a man turn not, he will whet his sword; He hath bent his bow, and made it ready.

For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;

He teacheth my hands to war; So that mine arms do bend a bow of brass.

All the fat ones of the earth shall eat and worship: All they that go down to the dust shall bow before him, Even he that cannot keep his soul alive.

Bow down thine ear unto me; deliver me speedily: Be thou to me a strong rock, A house of defence to save me.

The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, To cast down the poor and needy, To slay such as are upright in the way.

For I will not trust in my bow, Neither shall my sword save me.

He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth; He breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder; He burneth the chariots in the fire.

Deliver me in thy righteousness, and rescue me: Bow down thine ear unto me, and save me.

They that dwell in the wilderness shall bow before him; And his enemies shall lick the dust.

There he brake the arrows of the bow; The shield, and the sword, and the battle. Selah

But turned back, and dealt treacherously like their fathers: They were turned aside like a deceitful bow.

Bow down thine ear, O Jehovah, and answer me; For I am poor and needy.

Oh come, let us worship and bow down; Let us kneel before Jehovah our Maker:

Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down: Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.