¹² The sin of their mouth `is' a word of their lips, And they are captured in their pride, And from the curse and lying they recount.

¹³ In transgression of the lips `is' the snare of the wicked, And the righteous goeth out from distress.

³⁶ `And I say to you, that every idle word that men may speak, they shall give for it a reckoning in a day of judgment;

³⁷ for from thy words thou shalt be declared righteous, and from thy words thou shalt be declared unrighteous.'

² Swearing, and lying, and murdering, And stealing, and committing adultery -- have increased, And blood against blood hath touched.

⁷ The mouth of a fool `is' ruin to him, And his lips `are' the snare of his soul.

³ What doth He give to thee? And what doth He add to thee? O deceitful tongue!

⁴ Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.

⁷ Of oaths his mouth is full, And deceits, and fraud: Under his tongue `is' perverseness and iniquity,

² Through the pride of the wicked, Is the poor inflamed, They are caught in devices that they devised.

⁵ and they were the more urgent, saying -- `He doth stir up the people, teaching throughout the whole of Judea -- having begun from Galilee -- unto this place.'

⁶³ saying, `Sir, we have remembered that that deceiver said while yet living, After three days I do rise;

²⁵ and all the people answering said, `His blood `is' upon us, and upon our children!'

¹¹ In that day thou art not ashamed because of any of thine actions, Wherewith thou hast transgressed against Me, For then do I turn aside from thy midst The exulting ones of thine excellency, And thou dost add no more to be haughty, In My holy mountain.

⁶ The righteousness of the upright delivereth them, And in mischief the treacherous are captured.

² Hast been snared with sayings of thy mouth, Hast been captured with sayings of thy mouth,

⁹ The chief of my surrounders, The perverseness of their lips covereth them.

¹⁰ They cause to fall on themselves burning coals, Into fire He doth cast them, Into deep pits -- they arise not.

¹⁷ And he loveth reviling, and it meeteth him, And he hath not delighted in blessing, And it is far from him.

¹⁸ And he putteth on reviling as his robe, And it cometh in as water into his midst, And as oil into his bones.

¹² And turn Thou back to our neighbours, Sevenfold unto their bosom, their reproach, Wherewith they reproached Thee, O Lord.

⁷ And God doth shoot them `with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,

⁸ And they cause him to stumble, Against them `is' their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away.