TSK · Isaiah 5:28

If the wicked wyll not turne, he wyll whet his sworde: bende his bowe, and haue it in a redinesse to shoote

So much as sharpe arrowes of a strong man in thy sydes: with Iuniper coales powred on thy head.

Their arrowes are sodayne death, yea they them selues be very giauntes.

Thou sonne of man, prophecie and speake, thus saith the Lorde God, Speake, the sworde the sworde is sharpened and well furbished.

The shielde of his valiaunt souldiours is died red, his captaynes of warre are clad with scarlet: the charret is compassed with flammig torches in the day of his expedition, and the firre staues are drenched in poyson.