How long will all of you attack a man to batter him, like a leaning wall, a tottering fence?

How long will ye imagine mischief against a man? ye shall be slain all of you: as a bowing wall shall ye be, and as a tottering fence.

How long will you gang up on me? How long will you run with the bullies? There’s nothing to you, any of you— rotten floorboards, worm-eaten rafters, Anthills plotting to bring down mountains, far gone in make-believe. You talk a good line, but every “blessing” breathes a curse.

How long will you assail a man, That you may murder him, all of you, Like a leaning wall, like a tottering fence?

So many enemies against one man— all of them trying to kill me. To them I’m just a broken-down wall or a tottering fence.

How long will you attack someone? Will all of you kill that person? Who is like a leaning wall, like a fence ready to fall?

How long will ye set upon a man, That ye may slay him, all of you, Like a leaning wall, like a tottering fence?

How long will you assault me? Would all of you throw me down— this leaning wall, this tottering fence?

How long will you attack a man So that you may murder him, all of you, Like a leaning wall, like a tottering fence?

But look at these who want me dead, shouting their vicious threats at me! The moment they discover my weakness they all begin plotting to take me down.