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

His archers encompass me; he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.

Though he may spare it, and forsake it not; but keep it still within his mouth:

For God shall cast upon him, and not spare: he would fain flee out of his hand.

They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.

The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.

The sword of him that attacketh him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.

Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.