² See how the wicked string their bows,
    fit their arrows to the string
    to shoot from the shadows at the upright of heart.^(A)

¹⁴ The wicked unsheath their swords;
    they string their bows
To fell the poor and oppressed,
    to slaughter those whose way is upright.^(A)

²² Softer than butter is his speech,
    but war is in his heart.
Smoother than oil are his words,
    but they are unsheathed swords.^(A)

⁵ I must lie down in the midst of lions
    hungry for human prey.^(A)
Their teeth are spears and arrows;
    their tongue, a sharpened sword.^(B)