Psalms 11:2
For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
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14A sword have the wicked opened, And they have trodden their bow, To cause to fall the poor and needy, To slaughter the upright of the way.
15Their sword doth enter into their own heart, And their bows are shivered.
2Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.
3Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word.
4To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.
5They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, `Who doth look at it?'
6They search out perverse things, `We perfected a searching search,' And the inward part of man, and the heart `are' deep.
7And God doth shoot them `with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,
11For they stretched out against Thee evil, They devised a wicked device, they prevail not,
12For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.
12He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.
13He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.
12If `one' turn not, His sword he sharpeneth, His bow he hath trodden -- He prepareth it,
13Yea, for him He hath prepared Instruments of death, His arrows for burning pursuers He maketh.
32The wicked is watching for the righteous, And is seeking to put him to death.
2Who have devised evils in the heart, All the day they assemble `for' wars.
8He doth sit in an ambush of the villages, In secret places he doth slay the innocent. His eyes for the afflicted watch secretly,
9He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net.
8A slaughtering arrow `is' their tongue, Deceit it hath spoken in its mouth, Peace with its neighbour it speaketh, And in its heart it layeth its ambush,
17Surely in vain is the net spread out before the eyes of any bird.
18And they for their own blood lay wait, They watch secretly for their own lives.
3When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous -- what hath he done?
11`Our steps now have compassed `him';' Their eyes they set to turn aside in the land.
3And they bend their tongue, their bow `is' a lie, And not for stedfastness have they been mighty in the land, For from evil unto evil they have gone forth, And Me they have not known, An affirmation of Jehovah!
11If they say, `Come with us, we lay wait for blood, We watch secretly for the innocent without cause,
3For, lo, they laid wait for my soul, Assembled against me are strong ones, Not my transgression nor my sin, O Jehovah.
2Through the pride of the wicked, Is the poor inflamed, They are caught in devices that they devised.
5The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.
7They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.
6They assemble, they hide, they watch my heels, When they have expected my soul.
26For the wicked have been found among My people. It looketh about the covering of snares, They have set up a trap -- men they capture.
6A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.
12The wicked is devising against the righteous, And gnashing against him his teeth.
15Lay not wait, O wicked one, At the habitation of the righteous. Do not spoil his resting-place.
19The evil have bowed down before the good, And the wicked at the gates of the righteous.
2For destruction doth their heart meditate, And perverseness do their lips speak.
5Thine arrows `are' sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king.
7For without cause they hid for me their netpit, Without cause they digged for my soul.
10let their eyes be darkened -- not to behold, and their back do Thou always bow down.'
1To the Overseer. -- By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved `to' Thy mountain for the bird?
1Wo `to' those devising iniquity, And working evil on their beds, In the light of the morning they do it, For their hand is -- to God.
3Draw me not with the wicked, And with workers of iniquity, Speaking peace with their neighbours, And evil in their heart.
3Till when do ye devise mischief against a man? Ye are destroyed all of you, As a wall inclined, a hedge that is cast down.
22A cry is heard from their houses, For Thou bringest against them suddenly a troop, For they dug a pit to capture me, And snares they have hidden for my feet.
21They decree against the soul of the righteous, And innocent blood declare wicked.
6For they have drawn near, As an oven `is' their heart, In their lying in wait all the night sleep doth their baker, Morning! he is burning as a flaming fire.
3On the evil `are' both hands to do `it' well, The prince is asking -- also the judge -- for recompence, And the great -- he is speaking the mischief of his soul, And they wrap it up.
4He hath trodden His bow as an enemy, Stood hath His right hand as an adversary, And He slayeth all the desirable ones of the eye, In the tent of the daughter of Zion, He hath poured out as fire His fury.
14Who are rejoicing to do evil, They delight in frowardness of the wicked,
9Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.