ECB(i)
3 For you profane your palms with blood and your fingers with perversity; your lips word falsehoods your tongue mutters wickedness:
4 no one calls for justness and no one pleads for trustworthiness: they confide in waste and word vanity; they conceive toil and birth mischief:
5 they split the eggs of the hisser, and weave the web of the spider: he who eats their eggs dies, and the crushed egg splits into a hisser.
6 Neither their webs become clothes, nor cover they themselves with their works: their works are works of mischief and the deed of violence is in their palms.
7 Their feet run to evil and they hasten to pour innocent blood: their fabrications are fabrications of mischief; ravage and breaking are in their highways: