Psalms 58:5-9

So that it does not hear the voice of charmers, Or a skillful caster of spells.

God, shatter their teeth in their mouth; Break out the fangs of the young lions, Lord.

May they flow away like water that runs off; When he aims his arrows, may they be as headless shafts.

May they be like a snail which goes along in slime, Like the miscarriage of a woman that never sees the sun.

Before your pots can feel the fire of thorns He will sweep them away with a whirlwind, the green and the burning alike.