Psalm 17:10-14
Their hearts are hard as nails, their mouths blast hot air. They are after me, nipping my heels,
determined to bring me down, Lions ready to rip me apart, young lions poised to pounce. Up,
God: beard them! break them! By your sword, free me from their clutches; Barehanded, God,
break these mortals, these flat-earth people who can’t think beyond today. I’d like to see their
bellies swollen with famine food, The weeds they’ve sown harvested and baked into famine
bread, With second helpings for their children and crusts for their babies to chew on.
I checked 60 (61? ) versions. That's the only one that has those two words together.
Their hearts are hard as nails, their mouths blast hot air. They are after me, nipping my heels,
determined to bring me down, Lions ready to rip me apart, young lions poised to pounce. Up,
God: beard them! break them! By your sword, free me from their clutches; Barehanded, God,
break these mortals, these flat-earth people who can’t think beyond today. I’d like to see their
bellies swollen with famine food, The weeds they’ve sown harvested and baked into famine
bread, With second helpings for their children and crusts for their babies to chew on.
I checked 60 (61? ) versions. That's the only one that has those two words together.
6 His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it: and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.