Psalms 64:3
Which whette their tuges like a swerde, & shute wt their venimous wordes like as wt arowes.
Which whette their tuges like a swerde, & shute wt their venimous wordes like as wt arowes.
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4That they maye preuely hurte ye innocet, & sodely to hit him wt out eny feare.
5They haue deuysed myschefe, and commoned amonge them selues, how they maye laye snares: tush (saye they) who shall se them?
7But God shall sodenly shute with an arowe, yt they shall be wounded.
8Yee their owne tunges shall make them fall, In so moch that who so seyth the, shal laugh the to scorne.
2Which ymagin myschefe in their hertes, & stere vp strife all the daye longe.
3They sharpen their tonges like a serpent, Adders poyson is vnder their lippes.
8Their tunges are like sharpe arowes, to speake disceate. With their mouth they speake peaceably to their neghboure, but preuely they laye waite for him.
2For lo, the vngodly haue bet their bowe, and made redy their arowes in the quyuer: that they maye priuely shute at them, which are true of herte.
14The vngodly drawe out the swerde & bende their bowe, to cast downe ye symple & poore, and to slaye soch as go ye right waye.
15Neuertheles, their swerde shal go thorow their owne hert, and their bowe shalbe broke.
13Their throte is an open sepulcre, with their tunges they haue disceaued, the poyson off Aspes is vnder their lippes.
14Their mouth is full of cursynge and bytternesse.
15Their fete are swifte to shed bloude.
7That they maye fall awaye, like water yt runneth a pace: and that when they shote their arowes, they maye be broke.
3What rewarde shalbe geuen or done vnto the, thou false tonge?
4Euen mightie & sharpe arowes, wt hote burnige coales.
3They bede their tuges like bowes, to shute out lies: As for the treuth, they maye nothinge awaye with all in the worlde. For they go from one wickednes to another, and holde nothinge of me, saieth the LORDE.
7Beholde, they speake (agaynst me) wt their mouth, swerdes are vnder their lippes, for who reproueth the?
2Where as the goodnesse of God endureth yet daylie.
12God is a rightuous iudge, & God is euer threateninge. Yf men wil not turne, he hath whet his swearde: he hath bent his bowe & made it ready.
13He hath prepayred him the weapens of death, & ordened his arowes to destroye.
9They stretch forth their mouth vnto the heauen, & their tonge goeth thorow the worlde.
12For ye synne of their mouth, for the wordes of their lippes, & because of their pryde, let the be taken: & why? their preachinge is of cursynge & lyes.
11For they inteded myschefe agaynst the, & ymagined soch deuyces, as they were not able to perfourme.
12Therfore shalt thou put the to flight, & with thy stringes thou shalt make ready thine arowes agaynst the faces off them.
2Hyde me from the gatheringe together of ye frowarde, fro ye heape of wicked doers.
12He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marck to shute at.
13The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot, euen in to my reynes.
18Like as one shuteth deadly arowes and dartes out of a preuy place, euen so doth a dyssembler with his neghboure,
21O cast thy burthen (or care) vpon the LORDE, he shal norish the, and not leaue the rightuous in vnquietnesse.
2For their herte ymagineth to do hurte, & their lippes talke of myschefe.
3How longe wil ye ymagin myschefe agaynst euery man? ye shal be slayne all ye sorte of you: yee as a tottringe wall shal ye be, & like a broken hedge.
4Their deuyce is only how to put him out, their delyte is i lyes: they geue good wordes wt their mouth but curse wt their herte.
18Who so beareth false wytnesse agaynst his neghboure, he is a very speare, a swearde & a sharpe arowe.
23I wil heape myscheues vpo them, I wil spende all myne arowes at them.
2and speake agaynst me with false toges. They compase me aboute with wordes of hatred, & fight agaynst me without a cause.
9their throte is an open sepulchre: with their tonges they disceaue.
7He sytteth lurkynge in the gardens, that he maye pryuely murthur the innocent, his eyes are set vpo the poore.
4They are as furious as the serpent, euen like the deaf Adder that stoppeth hir eares.
9Sela. Let the myschefe of their owne lippes fall vpon ye head of the, yt copase me aboute.
12They that sought after my life, and to do me euell, spake of lyes and ymagined disceate all the daye longe.
20And why? their comonynge is not for peace, but they ymagin false wordes agaynst ye outcastes of the londe.
5Good lucke haue thou with thine honoure, ryde on with the treuth, mekenesse & rightuousnes: & thy right hode shal teach ye woderfull thinges.
12The vngodly layeth wayte for the iust, & gna?sheth vpon him wt his tethe.
3They ymagin craftely agaynst thy people, & take councell agaynst thy secrete ones.
7All they that hate me, runne together agaynst me, and ymagin euell agaynst me.
18A slaunderous personne pricketh like a swerde, but a wyse mans tonge is wholsome.
11They lye waytinge in or waye on euery syde, turnynge their eyes downe to the grounde.
28Their arowes are sharpe, and their bowes bent. Their horse hoofes are like flynt, and their cartwheles like a stormy wynde.
18Yee they the selues laye wayte one for anothers bloude, and one of the wolde slaye another.