5refusing to hear the tune of the charmer who skillfully weaves his spell.
6O God, shatter their teeth in their mouths; O LORD, tear out the fangs of the lions.
7May they vanish like water that runs off; when they draw the bow, may their arrows be blunted.
8Like a slug that dissolves in its slime, like a woman’s stillborn child, may they never see the sun.
9Before your pots can feel the burning thorns— whether green or dry— He will sweep them away.