4Their poyson is euen like the poyson of a serpent: like ye deafe adder that stoppeth his eare.
5Which heareth not the voyce of the inchanter, though he be most expert in charming.
6Breake their teeth, O God, in their mouthes: breake the iawes of the yong lions, O Lord.
7Let them melt like the waters, let them passe away: when hee shooteth his arrowes, let them be as broken.
8Let them consume like a snayle that melteth, and like the vntimely fruite of a woman, that hath not seene the sunne.
9As raw flesh before your pots feele the fire of thornes: so let him cary them away as with a whirlewinde in his wrath.