¹⁸ As `one' pretending to be feeble, Who is casting sparks, arrows, and death,

²³ And embitter him -- yea, they have striven, Yea, hate him do archers;

²³ Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it `is' for its life.

¹⁸ A maul, and a sword, and a sharp arrow, `Is' the man testifying against his neighbour a false testimony.

¹¹ Lo, all ye kindling a fire, girding on sparks, Walk ye in the light of your fire, And in the sparks ye have caused to burn, From my hand hath this been to you, In grief ye lie down!