For the arrows of the Almighty are within me,\par\tab The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up:\par\tab The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, {\cf6 {\b Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?}} which is, being interpreted, {\cf6 {\b My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?}}
Knowing therefore the fear of the Lord, we persuade men, but we are made manifest unto God; and I hope that we are made manifest also in your consciences.
I will make mine arrows drunk with blood, And my sword shall devour flesh; With the blood of the slain and the captives, From the head of the leaders of the enemy.
As often as it passeth though, it shall take you; for morning by morning shall it pass through, by day and by night: and it shall be nought but terror to understand the message.
He hath bent his bow like an enemy, he hath stood with his right hand as an adversary,\par\tab And hath slain all that were pleasant to the eye:\par\tab In the tent of the daughter of Zion he hath poured out his wrath like fire.
If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men?\par\tab Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee,\par\tab So that I am a burden to myself?