International Standard Version
7 May they flow away like rain water that runs off,
may they become like someone who shoots broken arrows.
8 May they be like a snail that dries up as it crawls;
like a woman’s stillborn baby, who never saw the sun.
9 Before your clay pots are placed on a fire of burning[a] thorns—
whether green or ablaze—
wrath will sweep them away like a storm.
- Psalm 58:9 The Heb. lacks a fire of burning