Job 6:4

For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.

Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.

The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; but a wounded spirit who can bear?

Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? which is, being interpreted, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.

Knowing therefore the terror of the Lord, we persuade men; but we are made manifest unto God; and I trust also are made manifest in your consciences.

I will make mine arrows drunk with blood, and my sword shall devour flesh; and that with the blood of the slain and of the captives, from the beginning of revenges upon the enemy.

Thine arrows are sharp in the heart of the king’s enemies; whereby the people fall under thee.

Yea, he sent out his arrows, and scattered them; and he shot out lightnings, and discomfited them.

His eyes shall see his destruction, and he shall drink of the wrath of the Almighty.

For destruction from God was a terror to me, and by reason of his highness I could not endure.

He hath also prepared for him the instruments of death; he ordaineth his arrows against the persecutors.

Therefore shalt thou make them turn their back, when thou shalt make ready thine arrows upon thy strings against the face of them.