¹⁷ And I break the jaw-teeth of the perverse, And from his teeth I cast away prey.

⁷ Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies `on' the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.

¹⁴ A generation -- swords `are' their teeth, And knives -- their jaw-teeth, To consume the poor from earth, And the needy from `among' men.

³⁵ and I have gone out after him, and smitten him, and delivered out of his mouth, and he riseth against me, and I have taken hold on his beard, and smitten him, and put him to death.

⁸ As a snail that melteth he goeth on, `As' an untimely birth of a woman, They have not seen the sun.

⁶ Blessed `is' Jehovah who hath not given us, A prey to their teeth.

³ Then alive they had swallowed us up, In the burning of their anger against us,