6 God, knock the teeth out of their mouths;

Lord, tear out the young lions’ fangs.j

7 May they vanish like water that flows by;

may they aim their blunted arrows.B,k

8 Like a slug that moves along in slime,

like a woman’s miscarried child,

may they not see the sun.l

9 Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns—

whether green or burning—

he will sweep them away.C,m