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.

I will heap mischiefs upon them; I will spend mine arrows upon them.

The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.

I will heap mischiefs upon them; I will spend mine arrows upon them.

Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.

And the archers shot at king Josiah; and the king said to his servants, Have me away; for I am sore wounded. {wounded: Heb. made sick}

His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.

My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.