It is drawn, and cometh out of the body; yea, the glittering sword cometh out of his gall: terrors {are} upon him.

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.

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. {swoon: or, faint}

He hath caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my reins. {arrows: Heb. sons}

And spared not the old world, but saved Noah the eighth {person}, a preacher of righteousness, bringing in the flood upon the world of the ungodly;

Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; {though} my reins be consumed within me. {another: Heb. a stranger} {though...: or, my reins within me are consumed with earnest desire (for that day} {within...: Heb. in my bosom}

Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.

He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?

Wherefore, {as} I live, saith the Lord GOD; Surely, because thou hast defiled my sanctuary with all thy detestable things, and with all thine abominations, therefore will I also diminish {thee}; neither shall mine eye spare, neither will I have any pity.

If he turn not, he will whet his sword; he hath bent his bow, and made it ready.

The archers have sorely grieved him, and shot {at him}, and hated him:

The LORD will not spare him, but then the anger of the LORD and his jealousy shall smoke against that man, and all the curses that are written in this book shall lie upon him, and the LORD shall blot out his name from under heaven.

It is drawn, and cometh out of the body; yea, the glittering sword cometh out of his gall: terrors {are} upon him.

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. {swoon: or, faint}

His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp round about my tabernacle.

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

Should I lie against my right? my wound {is} incurable without transgression. {my wound: Heb. mine arrow}

Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?