If he shall not turn back, he will sharpen his sword; he bent his bow and he will be prepared.

Arise, O Jehovah, anticipate his face, cast him down: deliver my soul from the unjust, thy sword.

Deliver my soul from the sword, my only one from the band of the dog.

The unjust let loose the sword, and they bent their bow; they cast down the poor and needy, to slaughter the upright of way.

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

For by their sword they possessed not the land, and their arm saved them not: for thy right hand and thine arm, and the light of thy face, for thou didst delight in them.

For I will not trust in my bow, and my sword will not serve me.

Gird thy sword upon the thigh, thou strong one in thy majesty and thine honor.

My soul is in the midst of lions: I shall lie down with the flaming, the sons of man, their teeth spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.

They shall deliver to the hands of the sword; they shall be a portion of foxes.

Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, they bent their arrows a bitter word:

There he broke the lightnings of the bow, the shield and the sword, and war. Silence

And he will deliver his people to the sword, and he overflowed upon his inheritance.

His priests fell by the sword, and his widows wept not

Also thou wilt turn hack the edge of his sword, and thou caused him not to rise up in war.

Giving salvation to kings: snatch in away David his servant from the evil sword.

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

The liftings up of God in their throat, and a sword of two mouths in their hand;