Poison

Their wine is the venom of serpents, the deadly poison of cobras.

For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.

He will suck the poison of cobras; the fangs of a viper will kill him.

“Do horses gallop on the cliffs? Does one plow the sea with oxen? But you have turned justice into poison and the fruit of righteousness into wormwood—

…they will pick up snakes with their hands, and if they drink any deadly poison, it will not harm them; they will lay their hands on the sick, and they will be made well.”

…but no man can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.