⁷ Rise up, Lord!^(A)
Save me, my God!
You strike all my enemies on the cheek;^(B)
you break the teeth of the wicked.^(C)

⁶ God, knock the teeth out of their mouths;
Lord, tear out the young lions’ fangs.^(A)

¹⁷ Food gained by fraud is sweet to a person,^(A)
but afterwards his mouth is full of gravel.^(B)