11Slay them not, lest my people forget, let your hosts keep them roaming and wandering.
12In their sinful speech snare them, O Lord; and may they be trapped in their pride, for the curses and lies that they utter.
13In your wrath make a clean end of them, that people, to the ends of the earth, may know that God rules in Jacob. Selah
14At evening they come, and, howling like dogs, make their round in the city.
15They roam about for a feast, and snarl, if they get not their fill.