If a man is not turned from his evil, he will make his sword sharp; his bow is bent and ready.

Make my soul safe from the sword, my life from the power of the dog.

I will not put faith in my bow, my sword will not be my salvation.

Put on your sword, make it ready at your side, O strong chief, with your glory and power.

My soul is among lions; I am stretched out among those who are on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and whose tongue is a sharp sword.

Who make their tongues sharp like a sword, and whose arrows are pointed, even bitter words;

There were the arrows of the bow broken, there he put an end to body-cover, sword, and fight. (Selah.)

He gave his people up to the sword, and was angry with his heritage.

Their priests were put to death by the sword, and their widows made no weeping for them.

His sword is turned back; you have not been his support in the fight.

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

Let the high praises of God be in their mouths, and a two-edged sword in their hands;