If he does not turn, He will whet His sword; He has bent His bow and made it ready.

for lo, the wicked bend their bow; they make ready their arrow on the string, so that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart.

You have proved my heart; You have visited me in the night; You have tried me, and You will find nothing; my thoughts do not pass beyond my mouth.

He teaches my hands to war, so that a bow of bronze is bent by my arms.

and You have brought Me into the dust of death. For dogs have circled around Me; the band of spoilers have hemmed Me in, piercers of My hands and My feet.

The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, to cast down the poor and needy, to kill those who walk uprightly.

God causes the lonely to live at home; He brings out those who are bound with chains; but the rebellious dwell in a dry land.

Surely the wrath of man shall praise You; the wrath that is left, You shall bind up.

You have set a bound that they may not pass over, so that they do not turn again to cover the earth.

to bind their kings with chains and their nobles with iron-bands,