For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp round about my tabernacle.
It is drawn, and cometh out of the body; yea, the glittering sword cometh out of his gall: terrors are upon him.
For God shall cast upon him, and not spare: he would fain flee out of his hand.
Mine eyes do fail with tears, my bowels are troubled, my liver is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.