And the LORD said unto Satan, Behold, he is in your hand; but spare his life.

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

His archers surround me, he slashes my kidneys asunder, and does not spare; he pours out my gall upon the ground.

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

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

The quiver rattles against him, the glittering spear and the javelin.

The sword of him that reaches him cannot avail: neither the spear, the dart, nor the javelin.