^{3 Ref} Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word.

^{4 Ref} To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.

^{5 Ref} They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, `Who doth look at it?'

^{6 Ref} They search out perverse things, `We perfected a searching search,' And the inward part of man, and the heart `are' deep.

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

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