Psalms 141:7

Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth [wood] upon the earth.

Ver. 7. Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth] i.e. I and my company are in a dying condition, free among the dead; yea, if taken we should be put to most cruel deaths, hewn in pieces, or pulled limb from limb, and left unburied; and our dead bodies mangled by a barbarous inhumanity, as wood cleavers make the shivers fly hither and thither. This is the perilous case of me, and my partisans, Non una et simplici morte contenti sunt.