Job 6:4

For the arrowes of the Almightie are within me, the poyson whereof drinketh vp my spirit: the terrors of God doe set themselues in aray against mee.
- King James Version (1611) - View 1611 Bible Scan

"For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, Their poison my spirit drinks; The terrors of God are arrayed against me.
- New American Standard Version (1995)

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
- American Standard Version (1901)

For the arrows of the Ruler of all are present with me, and their poison goes deep into my spirit: his army of fears is put in order against me.
- Basic English Bible

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their poison drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of +God are arrayed against me.
- Darby Bible

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison of which drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
- Webster's Bible

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me. My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
- World English Bible

For arrows of the Mighty [are] with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves [for] me!
- Youngs Literal Bible

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof my spirit drinketh up; the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
- Jewish Publication Society Bible

Wesley's Notes for Job 6:4

6:4 Arrows - So he fitly calls his afflictions, because, like arrows, they came upon him swiftly and suddenly one after another, immediately shot by God into his spirit. Poison - Implying that these arrows were more keen than ordinary, being dipped in God's wrath, as the barbarous nations used to dip their arrows in poison, that they might not only pierce, but burn up and consume the vital parts. Drinketh - Exhausteth and consumeth my soul. In array - They are like a numerous army, who invade me on every side. This was the sorest part of his calamity, wherein he was an eminent type of Christ, who complained most of the sufferings of his soul. Now is my soul troubled. My soul is exceeding sorrowful. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Indeed trouble of mind is the sorest trouble. A wounded spirit who can bear.