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

For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;

He teacheth my hands to war; So that mine arms do bend a bow of brass.

The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, To cast down the poor and needy, To slay such as are upright in the way.