He draws it forth, and it comes out of his body. Yes, the glittering point comes out of his liver. Terrors are on him.
Then said Yo'av, I may not wait thus with you. He took three darts in his hand, and thrust them through the heart of Avshalom, while he was yet alive in the midst of the oak.
A sound of terrors is in his ears. In prosperity the destroyer shall come on him.
His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, and shall chase him at his heels.
He shall be rooted out of his tent where he trusts. He shall be brought to the king of terrors.
Terrors overtake him like waters. A storm steals him away in the night.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me. My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
If a man doesn't relent, he will sharpen his sword; he has bent and strung his bow.
How they are suddenly destroyed! They are completely swept away with terrors.
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
Knowing therefore the fear of the Lord, we persuade men, but we are revealed to God; and I hope that we are revealed also in your consciences.
if I whet my glittering sword, My hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to my adversaries, and will recompense those who hate me.