4 To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.
5 They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, 'Who doth look at it?'
6 They search out perverse things, 'We perfected a searching search,' And the inward part of man, and the heart 'are' deep.
7 And God doth shoot them 'with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,
8 And they cause him to stumble, Against them 'is' their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away.
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