Psalms 58:7-9

⁷They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.

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

⁹Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away.