We get our bread at the peril of our lives, because of the sword of the wilderness.

but as they sailed he began to asleep. And a storm of wind came down on the lake, and they were filling up, and were in peril.

Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will tribulation, or restriction, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?

And we, why are we in peril every hour?