If a man doesn't relent, he will sharpen his sword; he has bent and strung his bow.

For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

He teaches my hands to war, so that my arms bend a bow of bronze.

The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, to cast down the poor and needy, to kill those who are upright in the way.

Let their eyes be darkened, so that they can't see. Let their backs be continually bent.

He threw on them the fierceness of his anger, wrath, indignation, and trouble, and a band of angels of evil.

Some sat in darkness and in the shadow of death, being bound in affliction and iron,

Yahweh is God, and he has given us light. Bind the sacrifice with cords, even to the horns of the altar.

The ropes of the wicked bind me, but I won't forget your law.

This knowledge is beyond me. It's lofty. I can't attain it.

To bind their kings with chains, and their nobles with fetters of iron;