Lam.3.62

The lips of those that rose up against me, and their device against me all the day.

Lam.3.62

They never quit, these enemies of mine, dreaming up mischief, hatching out malice, day after day after day.

Lam.3.62

what my enemies whisper and mutter against me all day long.

Lam.3.62

The lips of my enemies And their whispering against me all the day.