Job.16.13

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

Job.16.13

then rounded up archers to shoot at me. Merciless, they shot me full of arrows; bitter bile poured from my gut to the ground.

Job.16.13

his archers surround me. Without pity, he pierces my kidneys and spills my gall on the ground.

Job.16.13

His archers surround me. He pierces my heart and does not pity; He pours out my gall on the ground.