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

Arise, O LORD, disappoint him, cast him down: deliver my soul from the wicked, which is thy sword:

Deliver my soul from the sword; my darling from the power of the dog.

Such [is the] sort of those who seek him, those who seek your face, even Jacob. Selah

The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, to cast down the poor and needy, and to slay such as be of upright conversation.

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

As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?

For they got not the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them: but thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst a favour unto them.

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

Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most mighty, with thy glory and thy majesty.

His mouth is as smooth as butter, while war is in his heart. His words were as smooth as olive oil, while his sword is drawn.

My soul is among lions: and I lie even among them that are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.

How long will ye imagine mischief against every man? Ye shall be slain, all of the sort of you; yea, as a tottering wall shall ye be, and like a broken hedge.

They shall fall by the sword: they shall be a portion for foxes.

Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:

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

He gave his people over also unto the sword; and was wroth with his inheritance.

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

Thou hast also turned the edge of his sword, and hast not made him to stand in the battle.

Praise be to the God of my strength, teaching my hands the use of the sword, and my fingers the art of fighting:

It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

Our garners being filled, bringing forth from sort to sort; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our streets:

Let the high praises of God be in their mouth, and a twoedged sword in their hand;