If one turn not, he will sharpen his sword; he hath bent his bow and made it ready,

Arise, Jehovah, anticipate him, cast him down: deliver my soul from the wicked, thy sword;

Deliver my soul from the sword; my only one from the power of the dog;

The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, to cast down the afflicted and needy, to slay those that are upright in the way:

their sword shall enter into their own heart, and their bows shall be broken.

For not by their own sword did they take possession of the land, neither did their own arm save them; but thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst delight in them.

For I will not put confidence in my bow, neither shall my sword save me.

Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O mighty one, in thy majesty and thy splendour;

My soul is in the midst of lions; I lie down among them that breathe out flames, the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.

They shall be given over to the power of the sword; they shall be the portion of foxes.

Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, and have aimed their arrow, a bitter word;

There broke he the flashings of the bow, shield and sword and battle. Selah.

And delivered up his people unto the sword, and was very wroth with his inheritance:

Their priests fell by the sword, and their widows made no lamentation.

Yea, thou hast turned back the edge of his sword, and hast not made him stand in the battle.

Who givest salvation unto kings; who rescuest David thy servant from the hurtful sword.

Let the high praises of God be in their mouth, and a two-edged sword in their hand: