⁴ For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!

² For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.

¹⁵ He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.

¹⁵ I `am' afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Thy terrors -- I pine away.

¹⁶ Over me hath Thy wrath passed, Thy terrors have cut me off,

¹² At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.

¹³ Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.

¹⁴ He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.

¹¹ having known, therefore, the fear of the Lord, we persuade men, and to God we are manifested, and I hope also in your consciences to have been manifested;

³⁴ and at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a great voice, saying, `Eloi, Eloi, lamma sabachthani?' which is, being interpreted, `My God, my God, why didst Thou forsake me?'

³³ and he taketh Peter, and James, and John with him, and began to be amazed, and to be very heavy,

³⁴ and he saith to them, `Exceeding sorrowful is my soul -- to death; remain here, and watch.'

¹² He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.

¹³ He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.

¹⁴ The spirit of a man sustaineth his sickness, And a smitten spirit who doth bear?

⁷ Haste, answer me, O Jehovah, My spirit hath been consumed, Hide not Thou Thy face from me, Or I have been compared with those going down `to' the pit.

⁵ Thine arrows `are' sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king.

¹² For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.

¹⁴ And He sendeth His arrows and scattereth them, And much lightning, and crusheth them.

¹³ Yea, for him He hath prepared Instruments of death, His arrows for burning pursuers He maketh.

²³ For a dread unto me `is' calamity `from' God, And because of His excellency I am not able.

²⁰ His own eyes see his destruction, And of the wrath of the Mighty he drinketh.

¹⁷ Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.

⁴² I make drunk Mine arrows with blood, And My sword devoureth flesh, From the blood of the pierced and captive, From the head of the freemen of the enemy.

²³ I gather upon them evils, Mine arrows I consume upon them.

²⁴ Exhausted by famine, And consumed by heat, and bitter destruction. And the teeth of beasts I send upon them, With poison of fearful things of the dust.