TSK · Job 6:4

I wyll make myne arrowes drunke with blood, and my sworde shal deuour fleshe, & that for the blood of the slayne, and for their captiuitie, sence the begynnyng of the wrath of the enemie.

He troubleth me so with the tempest, and woundeth me out of measure without a cause,

I was in wealth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, he hath all to shaken me, and set me as a marke for him selfe.

Their owne miserie shal they see with their eyes, and drinke of the fearefull wrath of the almightie.

For I haue euer feared the vengeaunce and punishment of God, and knewe very well that I was not able to beare his burthen.

He shot out his arrowes, and scattered them: he cast foorth much lyghtnynges, and destroyed them.

For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.

Thyne arrowes are sharpe: a people the kynges enemies shall submit in heart them selues vnto thee.

Make speede, hearken vnto me O God, my spirite waxeth faynt: hyde not thy face from me, for I am lyke vnto them that go downe into the pyt.

A good stomacke beareth out sickenesse: but the minde beyng sicke, who shall heale it?

He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marke to shoote at.

And he taketh with hym, Peter, and Iames, and Iohn, and began to waxe abasshed, and to be in an agonie.

Seing then that we knowe the feare of the Lorde, we fare fayre with men: For we are knowen well enough vnto God. I trust also that we are knowen in your consciences.